for the sake of this photo
every moment is surrender
for I am eager and take too
many--yet each avid echo
remains and ruins
edits and evades
all capture while
I, a wakeful and
fading hunter
unbearably full of bravado
persist--if only I could focus
on edging meaning with light
I'd see how visions can return
in the breaks
from seeing--
stitching up
our aging nows
and aching forevers
_______________
Pic: Yes, I did take way too many photos of the sunset yesterday.
12 comments:
Another gorgeous poem from you!!
Oooh beautiful poem, beautiful picture!
Nice.
Do you remember back when we had to think about how many pictures to take because there were only so many shots on a roll and how when you'd get an extra one it would feel like such bonus?
You have such a way with language, Maya. It expresses so very much!
Thank you, Lisa!
Thank you, thank you, Nicole!
Thanks!
You know, I'd forgotten! And also, there was no feedback on how the photo had turned out! Wow!
Oh, Jeanie! Thanks so much!
I'm sorry to be late to this.
This is my favourite part:
yet each avid echo
remains and ruins
edits and evades
all capture while
I, a wakeful and
fading hunter
unbearably full of bravado
persist-
Some of the word choices are almost a paradox (wakeful and fading, edits and evades), while others are almost doing double duty as both nouns and verbs (remains and ruins). And the image of a hunter "unbearably full of bravado" is almost Shakespearean to me.
Aging nows and aching forevers...these are simply, eye-wateringly beautiful.
I'm glad you found it later rather than sooner, Nance. I cleaned it up a bit :)
Thank you so much!
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