an extension of eyes, me
weighted memory keeper, save
distortion or perspective, truth
what do you see, heal
step step step
click click click
breathe
poetry/weight
an extension of eyes, me
weighted memory keeper, save
distortion or perspective, truth
what do you see, heal
step step step
click click click
breathe
Bridgette Tales 
Lovely poem! Is that a Canon?
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Nope, my same old Olympus camera. I’ve grown quite fond of it.
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Oh, okay, I’ve never owned that brand. I’m a Nikon guy all the way! 😂
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It’s what I was given by my dad and all I know 🙂
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I see, that camera has so much sentimental value for you!
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This is striking in its simplicity and depth.
The way you frame the eye as both observer and “memory keeper” feels so powerful—like a quiet meditation on perception, truth, and healing. Each line lands with intention, almost like footsteps… step step step… click click click… breathe—it creates a rhythm that pulls the reader inward.
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Thank you for such a thoughtful response. I’ve not really been writing and when these words came it really was like a meditation. I’m glad it came across that way. I love my camera and I’m finding it’s become almost an extension of me, so comfortable in my hand and up to my eye.
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What a beautiful poem. You captured photography perfectly and how it makes you feel.
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Thank you so much. Words have evaded me lately, and this one just flowed out while I was walking. I’m glad you liked it.
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How wonderful. I get my best thoughts while walking, too.
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