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| "Child's Eyes" / Image found at Expect Adventure (Wordpress) |
Collecting the
thoughts like photos in a shoe box
I create a collage
from their scenes like a cinematographer
Counting the
flashes of the lens with each click
Black
and white or antique sepia swirls coalesced
Into
one image whose pixels create an imaginary dream.
I
dream of living upon the cloud beds like a child
Whose
eyes gleam with adventure and mystique.
I
dream of seeing through another's eyes for one moment
Just
to better understand how a human mind works.
I
dream to dream the impossible and improbable.
My
camera is a Polaroid pipe dream ready to snap
Hundreds
of sights all into one collective shoe box
Covered
in hairballs upon a dusty shelf, hard to reach.
The
mind's eye sees more light than a camera flare
And
that is something to be proud of as a child.
I really like the idea of collecting thoughts like photos in a shoebox. An excellent metapor. Both the improbable and the impossible SHOULD be dreamed. As sometimes these dreams can come true!
ReplyDeleteThank you Mary, I enjoyed the metaphor as well. I really think dreams can come true if someone is really passionate about it.
DeleteAh, the idea of our thoughts in sepia... Which memories would have that rusty glow? Which would be bright and glossy? Which black and white? Monochrome? Kept at the button of the box?
ReplyDeleteI like this idea, very much. I've never cared for blogging every single day--poetry, fiction, or just ramblings. It's tiring. Readers don't have time to catch up. And it's difficult to keep up with the comments of those who read.
I'm happy that you were able to see all those different points of view within this poem. It is always nice to see someone taking a lot away from something I write.
DeleteYeah, I'm writing once a week now. I'm shooting for every Wednesday. It gets really difficult keeping up with a daily blog.
children are a joy to watch at every new discovery... been watching them for about 40 years and it never grows old... nice capture of this in your work... it's Wednesday, hope you have another for today... best wishes on your endeavor
ReplyDeleteSome of my fondest memories was as a child, and I have to thank my mother and father for all the fun times that I had. They really helped me become the person I am today. A writer!
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