Some things do not take kindly to photographs.
They are entirely too un-still, to be stilled
on film, or in code of ones and zeros.
Take the flight of swallows:
in one click, capricious turns and banks
are reduced to a flash
of feathers, wings and forked tail in blue sky.
You're like that, I think. One might, perhaps,
capture the laughter about the crinkles of your eyes,
but it is far easier to catch the warmth
of sun glint on rivers
than that something in those precious eyes
that hints at knowing secrets to life itself.
They are entirely too un-still, to be stilled
on film, or in code of ones and zeros.
Take the flight of swallows:
in one click, capricious turns and banks
are reduced to a flash
of feathers, wings and forked tail in blue sky.
You're like that, I think. One might, perhaps,
capture the laughter about the crinkles of your eyes,
but it is far easier to catch the warmth
of sun glint on rivers
than that something in those precious eyes
that hints at knowing secrets to life itself.
Very nice & I love how the poem takes the shape of a bird in flight.
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ReplyDeleteI like this a lot. Love the whole idea of some things being hard to photograph.
"Take the flight of swallows:
in one click, capricious turns and banks
are reduced to a flash"
is a very nice image.
Oh Nitika,
ReplyDeleteA very successful Thursday poem! We can all visualize the elegant swoops and soars of a swallow, and I for one have seen the exact mess of feathers resultibg if we try to capture its flight with a camera. But the high point of the poem for me is the (Shakespearean-sonnet-like) likening of the receiver of the poem to the swallow in a photograph, so much less than in real life. Brilliant :-)
Sorella
Thank you, Arlene, Dee, Sorella. Your comments are much appreciated.
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