snow falling
by mariuca

Comment:
your title is the poem

Late Night Taxi
by GeorgesBogaert

Comment:
When you will pick me up,
where we will go,
I don't know,
but I will open your door
and I will pay your fare
when we park together
at the curb of anywhere.

Go
by hsteg

Comment:
I was leaving the picture before I left the frame,
but you caught me before that, trying to be a shadow
but with pale face and hands, a man with no name,
a place with no home, off the clock and on the go.

Heart half Full of Hope
by LoVi

Comment:
holding hands is cliched, but I like the way the holding is partial and skewed, and I like the title. you made a poem out of a cliche

apathy in crowds
by NiallOTuama

Comment:
Sea Lyin'

glimmer
by tate

Comment:
you're so dramatic.

this should be a movie, not a photograph!

Unoccupied
by Neat

Comment:
good eye

Valentines
by tnun

Comment:
oh wow, the juxtaposition of the branches and the strings/in and around the heart/and the old lovers walking by

empty hand
by mariuca

Comment:
I love the perspective and the editing. you really transformed what was in front of you.

The clues became too equivocal for me to pursue any longer.
by rooum

Comment:
Edgar Allen Poe invented the detective novel
trying to explain a machine that played chess
in a time when you couldn't even trust the news,

when front pages all over the world
showed etchings of man-bats
frolicking on the moon,

when abolitionists were annoying,
disturbing the peace, abusing the mastery,
revealing the trick,

when flying was not the imitation of birds
but a belief in hot air.
Thanks for the directions but I'll drift.