F8 And Be There. Poem by William Jackson
F8 And Be There.
Through the eye of the camera I once captured the world.
Then photography seemed an art, a mystery to be revealed.
'What's the secret? ' I used to ask Mr. Tommy Suits.
He would reply, 'F8 and be there. Spontaneity counts! '
Now I see the world in deeper shades of gray than ever.
It's not Kodachrome; it's not a black and white existence either.
Life is a blend of white and black swirls
I now paint with poetry or with prose.
Still, like a photo, a poem represents a life within a life
- more or less.
Have you ever written a poem that didn't say something? Have you ever spoken, when you didn't say something? I guess Hell is a place where everybody speaks and nobody says anything. Hey! I just came up with that! See how you inspire! GW62
Very good poem you have written here William much thought went into this, good job
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I would like to translate this poem
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A photographer as a poet, very good. Read mine - Malgre Soi - Adeline