By definition
I write.
Sometimes that’s all I write about-
My passion with a lens
Defining visual words
And tableaus by photographs
Singling things out
Placing them
In pleasing frames
Giving them a voice
Because white whispers
Azure speaks
And magenta shouts
© Expressions by Christine 11/2/10
As if our own children
ReplyDeleteWe indulge our passions
Carefully sculpting them
Adorning in suitable fashions
Love to each, more or less
Equally imparted, we claimed
Though if forced to confess
Favoriteness could be named
Prodigals, sons... or daughters
These preoccupations invest us
Often to exclusion of others
Struggle to reveal the best us.
A nice poem expressing your passions.
ReplyDeleteI also liked 'Steves' poem. Well done.
You have an eye,
And let it pry
To wonder why
Angels cry!
So much dialect
Of regret.
Let the sun set
And do not fret
To see the moon
In mournful tune
In angelic gloom.
Raise you cheer
And diminish you fear,
To drink in your scenery
In soothing harmony
With setting spirits free!
Thank you so very much. Take wonderful and gentle care. Love LOVE, Andrew. Bye.