A poem about my photography

If this image could speak it would tell you a tale
Of the sun and the beach and the wind and the hale
Of the mountains I climb just to get this odd shot
And I problems I face with the things I forgot

If this image could speak it would open your eyes
To the truth of the world when you stay shut inside
To the things that I see when I look through a lens
Not in focus at once but to me in the end

If this image could speak it might talk of a time
That is not quite forgotten a memory of mine
That could be all but lost if it weren’t for the snap
Of the times I enjoyed I can never get back

If this image could speak it might tell you of things
I’d have rather let go long ago lost feelings
I’d have just thrown away if they weren’t so evoking
Of love and of loss and of heartbreak like choking

If this image could speak you might not understand
Because this image is me and it’s not always planned
Because this image is old and this image is new
It means something to me it cannot mean to you

geschrieben von iamtheju am 2014-03-31