Through the eye of the camera I once captured the world.
Then photography seemed an art, a mystery to be revealed.
'What's the secret? ' I used to ask Mr. Tommy Suits.
He would reply, 'F8 and be there. Spontaneity counts! '
Now I see the world in deeper shades of gray than ever.
It's not Kodachrome; it's not a black and white existence either.
Life is a blend of white and black swirls
I now paint with poetry or with prose.
Still, like a photo, a poem represents a life within a life
- more or less.
Have you ever written a poem that didn't say something? Have you ever spoken, when you didn't say something? I guess Hell is a place where everybody speaks and nobody says anything. Hey! I just came up with that! See how you inspire! GW62
Very good poem you have written here William much thought went into this, good job
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A photographer as a poet, very good. Read mine - Malgre Soi - Adeline