GRANT FRASER

Freshman - 730 Points (JUNE 7 1964 / ABERDEEN)

Caught - Poem by GRANT FRASER

Don't get difficult
the sun is yellow
for Christs sake! ! !

and the moon looks white,
most nights,

so for that, I can't get
my inner mind around you,

when I dash along my home
streets, with nap sack,
and camera,

as if I'm awaiting that
moment when the lens will
make it's way into a new
unopened mesh of time...

that's what you want to
catch,

the unusual,

even though we hardly see it,
most days,

I have to bend the moment,
right back,

tell it, I love it!

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 17, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, November 18, 2013


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