They make me wait in kinetic motion
mystically zooming in zooming out,
and my eyes focus on irises of a frame
where a hundred gulls flap a brief moment:
carefully, I seize the image till they dash off
into pieces of onion flakes, almost lost
in transition as my knees scratch the stones
for stealing angles of hiding beaks.
Following the trail, I chance on an oversized
orchard of trellis and bluebells knighting
the glitter of vines sprawled on canes
of pine wood… with my waist curled,
the singular charm of this memory grabs
my eyes: flowers posing without shame,
beautiful like summer ‘s shape; and I go
romping in the blur of rain searching
for another row of same gulls panting.
Aiming for a perfect range, I fire the shutter
in strobe-like effect, feeling the pumping
sensation in the blood: the twitch on my
hands peaks until the lens connect
to this heart on days when my pupils
release a thrill of wonder in a field
trailing miraculously on nature’s expanse.
And life’s fleeting motions are frozen into a
visual romance never to be seen in same way.
Yet, as flashes of instances are
arranged in a collage of dreams , Kodak
images portray those I loved, encountered,
and never known … but
tattooed on skin of memory’s seasons.
Contest: SandyIvyDavis Viewing Life Through a Lens
by nette onclaud