Photographic Poet Poem by MARIE CLAIN

I captured with me the lenses of my eyes
More than an infinite number of souls

Dancing, singing, rolling souls, fixing
Each of them has become a separate part of the gallery of my soul

To each I stole a color, a feeling, a pain, a joy, a drop of happiness
Without knowing it, they gave me an atom of their life, their hours, their patience

These gifts of a moment of life will be without return because as a vagabond detector
My eyes have unwittingly stolen a color from their hair, a piece of fabric from their clothes, a smile, a grimace, a softness, an attitude,
A drop of their perfume, a hopeful note of their dreams.
A letter of their thought, one end of their life belongs to my soul

Shaving corners, streets, houses, gardens,
They have given to my eyes unwittingly the most beautiful pictures: a little of their being, a little of their souls
Which will remain for my soul colored stones, stone of perfume, a stone of their life,
Which build the walls of my life, my expectations, my achievements

I say thank you to these miracle givers
Because of their presence in front of my eyes, hunters of images, life hunter gives me life, gives me the hope that somewhere, someone will always have a piece of himself to offer

I do not know them
But their quick breath that scents my soul eyes
make them my distant and close friends.