The Photographer's Dream

A photographer dreamed 
Of a telephoto lens 
Capturing light waves  
From beginning to end.
Since time unleashed 
When the Big Bang leaped 
And particles began life’s history 
In swirling clouds he wondered how 
He might picture a piece of the mystery.
Through polished glass converging past
Planets, stars and seas
Of swirling waves that danced and swayed 
No less than windswept trees.
As he focused his dream glass
Where present meets past 
And depth of field is wide;
Where the image is clear and light streaks steer, 
Far away from the photographer’s eye.
With shutter speed set like a fast speed jet 
Blazing through the blue-white wispy above
Turning his wings on the bird that sings 
And a girl who once stole his love.  
Racing through time while continuing to climb
Higher through the prism of light
His finger feathers the button below
Capturing the moment in flight.  
Lingering there in pure mid-air 
Like a magic carpet in the wind; 
Until jolted by the sun on its morning run
While still dreaming of that telephoto lens. 
Maybe today, perhaps tomorrow,
He’ll capture the illusive the beast;
The athlete who strives for the best inside 
Or the homeless sleeping in the streets.         
He’ll stop small birds he’s seen and heard 
With their colorful feathers, breast and crown;  
And children playing in autumn leaves  
Scattered on the ground.   
Weddings and rings, flowers in spring,
Butterflies, wistful and bright;
Pollinating bees and hives in the trees
Or a harvest moon late at night.
Meadows and mountains, free flowing fountains
Ancient temples in faraway places; 
Fireworks up high on the 4th of July 
Olympics and fast car races.   
But now fully awakened he knows he’s mistaken
About the focal length in his dream glass;
Lens lust is a photographer’s must 
But this too, he knows, must pass. 
Like water flowing in the river
And wind passing through thin air;
The world he sees through his own eyes
Is a wonder beyond compare.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Wesley Avatar
December 8, 2012 at 7:18 PM
Makes me want to melt into the dreamlike moments you weave in this magical piece. The lens captures each event and takes its place on film, recorded as part of the person that gave life to each sequence. Loved it Terry and am glad you have time to create these wonders.
Guzzi Avatar
November 22, 2012 at 7:11 AM
So GOOD! great title..you were really on a roll! A couple of line breaks might help...definite 7 though Happy Thanksgiving Light & Love
Dawn Avatar
November 20, 2012 at 9:53 AM
I too am a photographer and I love this poem. :)
Martin Avatar
November 20, 2012 at 11:05 AM
Thanks for reading & sharing Skylar Dawn. PS: Is that your REAL name 'cuz its a quite lovely:) Also, glad to meet a fellow photographer...happy shooting... Terry
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