Ode to Photographs

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Photographs, oh the things you capture

You have seen everything and been ever where in the world

Capturing as you go

Brutal murder scenes

Complete and utter rapture

You capture a smile

You capture the old, discolored newspaper pile

You capture a person

Stuck in denial

 

Photographs capture

A moment and keep it for you

Whenever you are miserable and lost

The sapphire box of old memories will

Draw a memory back for you

Running straight

On the track

Back on memory lane,

Embedded deep in my brain

 

Photographs assist my meeting people

I never could; relatives from distant lands

But I still can’t

Because if humanly possible I would

 

Photographs of

Exotic flowers and wicked witches

With mystical powers

Pictures of places

Paris, Prague, and Rome

All the way to Australia till

I get back home

 

The simplicity of a photograph is overrun

When a holiday comes

My mom overdoes it a bit

1000 pictures in an evening

My smile is as tight and fake and insincere

As a man’s apology

 

Photographs

You capture

Nature

You capture

Crime

You capture

Vengeance

You completely stop time

With no reason or rhyme

 

Photos when we forgot

You help us remember like that

First kiss, or first snow fall of the season

 

Photographs sometimes people

Use you for wrong

Pornography, loss of privacy

Pure treason

And morally wrong.

 

Photographs you keep my eyes wide awake

At night

Filling my live dreams to the brim

With delight, pure dynamite

Old yearbook scribbles are only

Remedied

With a photo, a face

To go with the comments in

An arbitrary place on the page

 

Photos never go out of style

Here they lie in a pile

I pick one up and

Although some depict horror

Such as war

Something that Americans can no longer ignore

I pick out a photo of a girl staring in the sky

Letting the day’s woes pass her by

 

Thank you photograph

For all that you do

Start, end a conversation

Ruin a marriage

Trigger a memory

Ruin a friendship

Trigger an emotion that triggers

An emotion stronger

That segways into a moment-

Admission of true love

 

Songs have been written about you

Millions of green pieces of paper have been exchanged

For one of you

A quick, fickle but true fact

America is tainted by pictures mistaken as facts

 

Photographs you

Take a gift and wrap it

The icing on the cake

 

The only things I have left now

Although beauty is in the eye of the beholder

Guilt is in the eye of the photo holder

 

This is an ode to you photos

Our mind’s eye is in love with the

Creativity you stir

 

I can pick up an aged snapshot

And see an old friend who has long since

Dismissed me from view

 

 

So I will take the good with the unspeakable

The healthy, with the untreatable

The ones in love along with the dejected

Oh photographs

Let me count the days

The angles and ways

You change me each of these passing days.

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