The Artisan Photographer
"Thoa Nguyen Ti"
Written by: Wilfred Mellers, August 24,2015
The lens that glares into the soul
Down memory lane take a stroll
A mere reflection of my reality
Taking schemes of true personality
Emotions and vibrations that also inspires
Uncovered news not views that sometimes satires
Penetrating conceptions of perceptions
An expose of our self-deceptions
Light and shadows to some degree
Seeing what is and not how it could be
For your lens doesn't clean, pretends, or recommends
Augmented realism when light bends
Fragments in time stating just the facts
Catching those that falls sometimes through the cracks
Capturing existence surreal in its glory
Painted pictures tell many a sad story
Building bridges that falls apart
Tales articulated that touches the heart
Sunsets to sunrise my camera never lies
The lens reflects world seen through the photographer's eyes
These moments frozen are enduring
Tales spun not always reassuring
Caught seconds without pretending
Desolation sometimes seems never ending
Humanity exposed unadorned
Subtly touched by those who are scorned
So many places traveled I've been
At times my camera struggles taking it all in
Hills and mountains we have to climb
Seconds that will last an entire lifetime
I see, I feel, and flashes I take
Wondrous sublime dreams I make
A day in the life unassuming
Exquisiteness beyond and aw-consuming
Moods and attitudes I admire
Country roads to the Hamlet or Shire
These topics to the tropics all I aspire
From my desire I can never retire
Emotions captured in a single look
Smiles of a child's portrait I took
Images now captured etched in my book
The camera is the recipe and I the cook
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem