Best Viewfinder Poems

On this day 40 years ago in 1978 my mother, Jacqueline Anne Trestrail, left this world after a relatively short battle with cancer - she was 46. Jimmy Carter was President and Annie Hall won best picture at the Oscars that year. I mark the...

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'BRRRING BRRRING' said the telephone

“Oh hello” said the wide viewfinder to the telephone. “How are you today?” The telephone fell silent. Very silent. It had no battery with which to call, speak, shout or do anything that much really. Batteries could be bought. But bum...

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Twenty six metres of a thunderous clap multiplied by an octave divided by an individual sunrise equals the power of a dusky sky dome. When the exact position of a cat is on an angle always use the viewfinder. As viewfinders are often rewound or...

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Twenty six metres of a thunderous clap multiplied by an octave divided by an individual sunrise equals the power of a dusky sky dome. When the exact position of a cat is on an angle always use the viewfinder. As viewfinders are often rewound or...

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After dark, the prosaic comes alive
morphed by a klieg lit stage—
at once, both peaceful and kinetic.

A neon world of predator and prey,
through my viewfinder
garish greens and vivid reds
play with the afterglow of twilight sky.

I try to capture saccharin sweetness
and the promise of forbidden fruit.
I thrill...

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Just give me an aperture 
and a shutter speed too
with a bright viewfinder
and a good lens or two.

I’ll take some pictures
in fact quite a few 
I will almost certainly
take a picture of you.

But not just anyhow
I like to take my time
It has to be a...

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Oooh now then. Oh just wow. A scarlet salivating sentinel sentiment is wafting air at that door. Blowing. Blowing is not bubbling so do not count powder puffs or smoke globules that radiate sideways. It is wise to brush the hair of radishes if kept...

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Do you see the two about to kiss                                     ...

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A distant shadow waving at me
That cold eyes is lurking in the dark
Song of the death ringing in my ears
I look upon the sky
And see nothing but a pitch black
Screams of horror breaks the loneliness
Pool of blood fills my viewfinder
Yet I find them intriguing
What a...

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Working over Birk’s Works and other tunes my saxophonist admires—
Cheesecake, Blackbird—for the theoretical, applied mathematics
inside an abstract, audial harmonization of the Big Bang and The Fall.

The derivative reveals the slope of the tangent along the curve of
       spacetime. 
Follow that rope back and forth from...

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The faded vibrancy of your smile
Through the exposure we set
Knocks the breath right from my chest
Life through the viewfinder keeps focusing on you
Unsaturated love turning shades of grey
I'm still adjusting to the light
of a life with you nowhere in sight...

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While walking I saw 
something move in the corner of my eye.
When I gazed straight at it,
it was gone.
But, on second glance, askance,
there it was, again.
To and fro, direct and peripheral,
it appeared and disappeared on cue.
Head down, focused, tunnel-eyed:
I missed the cherry blossom burst.
I missed...

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I babysit the daughter (Ivy) of a doctor at the hospital where I volunteer, accumulating ‘clinical hours’ for my med school applications. According to my mom, the purpose of my current existence is to get into med school.

That may sound crazy or theater-mom-ish but she...

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Ever since it came to me
my Nikon has been doing stupid things.

It has hung from cliff edges
just to capture an image of a small lizard
I could have photographed in my backyard.
Its gazed at clouds until imagined
dragons chased swans over the heavens
knowing all the while
that its...

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Hydration day’s a month away.
Online belonging company’s an hour from 
startup stardom. Titration hors-d'oeuvre 
Viewfinder pigeonholed 
to rooftop tourist 
traps ruin’d carriage holy woods 
Hollywood's margins, Carousel 13. 
Things You’ll Bury: 
molasses sourdough flowers crypto-
currency marginalia Lost (Bach set) 
ghouls in blockchain interdigita.
Me, if I’ve...

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