Photographs


A place without being
a thought without thinking
creatively, two dimensions
suspended animation
possibly a perfect imitation
of what was then to see.

A frozen memory in synthetic color
or black and white instead,
fantasy dreams in magazines
become imbedded inside my head.

Artistic views
surrealistic hues,
a photographer’s instinctive eye:
for he does as he pleases
up to that point he releases,
then develops a visual high.

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Key Words : Photography, Photographs, Photographers, Images, Art

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There was a time i was into photography, and i enjoyed so much i wanted to write a poem about it, and about the photographers and the pictures that they make.