room with a viewfinder

[cryptomancer]

Sight, the art of capture without touch,

The dream of knowing, without needing to hold.

 

I beheld beauty in forms aplenty,

Seeking the depths from which beauty arose.

I held in my hands the cool metal body,

As I captured the warmth from my subject's pose.

 

Each shadow a kiss lost to the blinking,

Each click a whisper of my heart's brightened void.

Shutter and flash illuminate the empty,

Aperture and lens magnifying the joy.

 

To capture an image that tells me gently,

Speaks the visions I long to view.

I drink to the wisdom that taugh me to focus,

And showed to my heart the image of you.

 

Edited October 22, 2005 by cryptomancer

[Wyvern]

I found this poem quite fascinating, cryptomancer. The incorporation of the camera as a medium for expressing love struck me as very original and evocative concept, and it was handled very well through the emotional impressions of the narrator. I particularly liked the manner that the physical sensations of the camera were rendered into feelings of love, as the click, flash, and feel of the camera were all effective details that brought the poem to life.

 

The one part of the poem that felt a bit out of place to me was the first two lines of the second stanza: "I beheld beauty in forms aplenty/ Seeking the depths from which beauty arose." I felt that the phrasing of this segment ws awkward, and that its message went against the notion of longing for an image of beauty brought up in the final stanza.

 

Very well done, cryptomancer. An intriguing and well-executed poem.

 

P.S: a 't' is missing in line 13.

[Sweetcherrie]

I keep coming back to this one planning to really comment on it....but can never find the right words.

 

So, I will simply say that I read it...more than once, and liked it a lot.

 

Thank you