Albums – black and whites
glossy finish
molded hard covers
tiny corner triangles
to hold them
precariously in place
The polaroid age
clouded plastic
stiff
cannot protect
glimpses of life
from dying
yellow death
SLR age
high speed motion
super macros
to see eye’s center
to the heart and soul
of some matter
Now, digital
converting zeroes and ones
into
irreplaceable
pieces of life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is clever and apt; a most poetic take on taking a picture. Love the 'dying yellow death'. It is busy gorging itself on all my old photos even at this moment..(smile)