Heart Before Geometry Poem by Micronjan (Micron)

I raise the camera, heart first, eye second,
Chasing the moment, the feel of the day.
I frame it by instinct, not by geometry,
Yet still the judge leans in and says he likes it.

He speaks of leading lines, repeated patterns,
Details hidden in dark, whispers in white.
I nod, but I only saw the light and the pulse,
The life in the frame that drew me that night.

I did take time, yes, to place what I saw,
But not for rules or measured design.
The composition rose from instinct, from feeling,
Not from angles or lines I could define.

And still I will lift my camera,
Trust my eye, my heart, my unthinking hands.
For moments belong to those who catch them,
Even if the rules are only understood later.