The frames we create

Every where he sees frame

With an equipment that records
he carries as if it was his soul
Around the clock, expecting
A beautiful frame of his own.

Dives inside nature, everywhere sees frame
The haven of colors and forms
Creating infinite frames
That is his own creation.

Lighting is a miracle
Sees the midtones and highlights
With his own eyes, expecting
The second eye records perfectly.

Silhouette's and shadows
Landscape and macros
Creates spectrum of lights
The equipment never complaints.

If someone never appreciates
He throws frames into trash
Appreciation and awards builts confidence
To learn and create more out of it.​

Somehow the equipment outdated
He is old enough to move
Expectation never fruits
Sit looking frames of his own.

Many are published
Many are forgotten
Many are deleted
Life becomes the final frame.

Reviews

[Dave Brown]

an excellent offering
A Ferrari among tricycles
It sounds as tho' 'he,' is very inclined to record the art nature continually offers, having life's end as his final frame.
as well done as any I have read here
Take a bow--- (but watch your head!!!)

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend 😊

[Ken e Bujold]

Silhouettes and shadows ... what the poet sees in his mind's eye and sets out to dip into ink so the world may share his/her vision. Lovely poem here A.

sorry for the delay, but was on vacation, and catching up with all that piled up while away has me behind in reading and responding

ken

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend. Hapy for your vacation and enjoyed very well.

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

I see this as a photographer who just like myself takes thousands on thousands of pics
He publishes some
He deletes some
Forgets none
He recalls each one can also recall the year and who he was with
His life is made up of the memories the moments
Beautiful 🤩

[Arundass TP]

Yes, I was a photographer. Now not.Thanks for reading.

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

I only take pics on I phone
I can’t work cameras out lol
You should take it up again

[Arundass TP]

I too take with phone. Thank you ❤️

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree my friend.
"Many are published
Many are forgotten
Many are deleted
Life becomes the final frame."
Great people are forgotten too quickly. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend 😊

[1809 Black Plague Decem..]

Dear Arundasss TP, a great one, I must say,
I think of it as a our medium of expression of language, and literature, or conveyance of write,
and it being the frame, conjuring, yet when we deplete, it is as you says, a final frame,
love it Dear, great words, great prose-poem, ----Maynard

[Arundass TP]

Thanks friend 😊

[1809 Black Plague December]

you are most welcome, Dearest :P

[Chris Shaw]

I see this poem from the perspective of a lover of life and nature. Taking it all in. Capturing memories. Some will stay, some will be discarded. If only everyone used their eyes. It’s all there fir those who want to look. Much enjoyed Arundass.

Chris

[Arundass TP]

Thanks friend 😊

[willweb]

I think that final stanza captures it all, poetry, life, everything. Nicely done.

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend 😊