she stood smiling in the
bright sunshine
blue eyes catching the
sandstone cliffs reflected light
baked mediterranean coastline
stretched below
and into the distance
he caught her (click)
sitting upon the wall
leading down to the dam
reminiscing days she'd spent before
relaxing by the reservoir
patient now, accepting that
knowing her new man
would take time
he caught her (click)
sipping tea and dreaming
of ice cream
against the stunning purple
pink emblazened sunset
backdrop outside
waves crashing and rattling
amongst the pebbled beach
he caught her (click)
upon the mountain ski slope sat
admiring dexterity
of a careful mover,
watching as daughter learns
each new manouver
reversed warm jacket and radiant smile,
a contented moment
he caught her (click)
away from the throng
and happy
discovering the ruined
sandstone castle beside the
cold abandoned bread oven
exploring closed, out of season,
tavernas and hidden boats
he caught her (click)
shattered glass in
the parking lot
finding his camera stolen
meant all those images lost
treasured frames
now cheap tech plunder
in some low-life's game
but his mind had caught her
for each cautious press
on the shutter release
was in his memory,
every smile and tear,
they're all in there
though never to be displayed
in his mind they linger
he had caught her
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Offline) - Published: February 3rd, 2018 01:48
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Superbly crafted piece - a great read dusk and so true.
Thank you ME. Once again it was just one of those which wrote itself.
Very real memories you put right here on the page! Lovely.
Thank you Lorna, yes those stolen pictures together with the atmosphere and personal details are very much alive in my mind. In all honesty i probably hold them so vividly simply because the camera was stolen and i immediately thought of the recent pictures i had taken and now lost so a lot of the scenes come back to me in more than just a flat image.
Don't you wish we could draw! Well, maybe you can!
WOW, now you're right up my alley. I love photography and old cameras. In the photo at top I have the two cameras on the left and others similar to the one on right. Love how you wrote this da. And especially the last stanza where he caught her in his mind. Excellent write my friend.
Than you so much AP. I too have been very interested in photography and do have a Mamiya TLR the C330F with three pairs of lenses..... i dont use it at all but its a lovely piece of gear, sadly i'm going to have to part with it.
If you read my reply to Lorna's comment above i think you'll see why i wrote this piece.
Yes, I see why you wrote this poem, you need to keep those images fresh in your mind. Possibly you can re-shoot those images again? I also have a Mamiya, not sure if its the same model or not. I have about 100 old antique cameras.
Lovely write, so sorry your camera was stolen
Thank you Joules. I would have happily handed the camera over were i able to exchange it for the images therein.
Yeah I totally get that
i brought you back the warmest of smiles.
Wonderful
This is clearly the poem you referred to recently.. in your review comments on my poem Blink.. Then you said it is not one of your best.. I beg to differ, I think it is sound and otherwise most original... Neville
You're very generous, thank you.
yes, I am generous but only when and where applicable.okay..
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