Poetry is my language…

 

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Poetry is my language.

I do not care for beginnings and endings —

it is the present of the present I cherish,

and your truth buried in a picture of the still moment

that makes me thrill as if on a ride

ever deeper into the fathomless.

I said I was taking a blogging break, and I am…But I did not expect that a poem would come to me in these last days of summer that captures how I feel about photography and poetry. So, in the spirit of spontaneity and inconsistency, I offer it to you…

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8 thoughts on “Poetry is my language…

  1. SHERRY! Your poem sends shivers through me. It does everything a good poem should: condenses language to express a vast truth. I want to learn your poem by heart. And the image of light and dark, movement and stillness, mystery…. gorgeous! Thank you.

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