My name is Brett Foster™. I eke out a living designing stuff, writing stuff and photographing stuff. I thank the stars there is so much stuff.
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Brett Foster is a member of ! Creative Writing & Poetry !, 5000+ views, All things Coffee, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Animal Kingdom, Architectural Photography, Artistic Libation ~ Spirits In Art, Black and White Photography, Blood Red - All things vampiric, Cars, Motorbikes and Motorsports, Challenge Café, Childhood, Collaboral Damage, Colour Me Vibrant Red!, Electronica/Dance Events & Culture, Fabulous Flowers, Flower and Foliage DETAIL - 1 per day (24 hours), Graphic Editing 101, HDR Photography (3 Photos per 24hr-day), Kairos, Masterpieces: Literary Workshop, Melbourne & Victoria, Music of the Spirit, Only Orchids!, People and Portraiture Photography, PixElations - The Art of Photoshop, Practising the Dark Arts, Primate Art, Short stories - Spherical Scriptings, The Birds, The Sensual Word, The Word Tree, Vineyards & Wineries, Web Design and Wedding Inspiration Group.
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Would you like to feel that I am here / to catch your tears with mine? / Would I see your smile if I told you / that you fall on me divine?
She glissades along the hallway shedding a vermilion ribbons to reveal creamy curves of porcelain which reflect and embellish my brume desire.
I used to live in a world that / Prized courtship / And romance. / Now dating is on speed.
Adrift of audience, his aged frame supported askew his old grand, his friend, / he recalled the fading moments from recent past as a soliloquy.
Tonight I watched you in a crowded room.
I took a stroll through the cemetery today. That’s the best word for it. It wasn’t premeditated. It was, I suppose, opportunistic. I could waste hours analysing the decision but it was littl…