frame this body
within my hands
teach it to see
how i see
two connected
sculpt light
into true vision
carve shadow
to expose contrast
wrestle meaning
from blurs of motion
track moons
across open space
hold the lens
steady against wind
trap warmth
inside glass
two connected
*58/100: For the next 100 days, I’ll be writing and posting a poem every day. All photos are mine.
Bridgette, firstly I hope you are well, being in discomfort is so draining.
Your poetry this time draws me in deeper giving me an insight to you as a person. The reflection in the mirror makes me feel you long for a different outcome in life. We all see our reflection and wonder does it see us does care and if it could would it swap and give us a life of good memories and warm days seen through the soul of our eyes.
Best Wishes to all 😊
Thank you for the kind comments. I’ve got a plan to try and heal, so that feels hopeful. Learning, again, to reach out to others for help.
In this poem I was trying to make the comparison between motherhood and photography, as it seems like photography is taking over the role mothering played so big in my life. Not sure it conveys that, but that was my attempt 🙂
Sorry I missed this one back then. Really good exposition of motherly feelings
No worries. I’ve tried to read all yours, but I might have missed some. It’s hard to keep up with writing and reading daily, but I’m working on it.