Caren Krutsinger Poet Free verse

Picture This

Picture this
World famous photographer
Or maybe not
Anyway, illusion of being one

Picture this
Shuts himself inside a darkroom
Most of sixty three years
Breathing
Ferric Chloride

Picture this
Dangerously alone
Loving his life
Creating fantastical photographs
Killing himself in the best way possible
Enjoying his art daily

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Panagiota Romios March 20, 2019 at 7:13 AM Caren~ my daughter chides me on having no filter. I think it's glorious you do not! It does cost socially, at times, not to have one. And~ big deal. Life as a popularity contest? I will pass! Being disingenuous is poison for me. I do what I love. Love, Panagiota Caren Krutsinger March 20, 2019 at 9:28 AM Thank you for your lovely comment, my friend. Filters are for fearful; we are certainly not fearful!

M. L. Kiser March 20, 2019 at 12:08 AM I think that a lot of people would rather die doing what they love rather than to live boring lives. I suppose if one feels that way; I'll just wish them well. Caren Krutsinger March 20, 2019 at 2:22 AM I feel that way. I am waving my hand here.

Andrea Dietrich March 19, 2019 at 7:09 PM I am not sure what that chemical is, but gosh you know a lot of interesting stories, Caren!! This was fascinating. Caren Krutsinger March 19, 2019 at 10:03 PM Thank you Andrea. Here is my secret. I have no filter, and I talk to strangers, riling them up so they will give me all of their stories. Then I sit back and take mental notes, listening avidly, which delights most of them. So far I have been lucky and have not run into the wrong kind of stranger.