Life Behind A LensA Poem by rafinispelDarting around from sight to sight, arms held aloft at shoulder height:
Perceive, Prepare, Photograph!
Pose, Pout, Photograph!
This sixth sense transcends mortality, the missing link between experience and reality,
A picture paints a thousand words; a photo preserves a memory that never blurs.
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Ready, Aim, Fire!
Zoom, Focus, Capture!
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March on, fellow journeymen, to the capitulation of conscious sensation,
Aux armes, citoyens, to the destruction of raw emotion.
Two-hundred thousand megapixels march valiantly onto the Bastille,
Steady hands adjust the viewfinder, striking fatal blows to an unarmed Louvre.
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Fleeting moments of solace found in clear, reflective surfaces,
Seeking serenity through contrast filters, to mask those heinous facial blemishes.
Still the lens is met by a vacant gaze - a contrived, soulless smile:
Clear the street; two fingers for peace; and for f**k sake don’t show too much teeth.
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Now this thousand-yard stare rises higher into the air,
But two-thousand likes remains the plight for this godforsaken parasite.
Perverting innate lust for exploration with grotesque voyeurism,
Yet without an album to post and share, who’s to know if you were even there? © 2016 rafinispel |
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1 Review Added on January 13, 2016 Last Updated on January 13, 2016 Tags: Poetry, Poem, Paris, Photography, Tourism, Humour, Satire, Social Media AuthorrafinispelUnited KingdomAbout23 year-old graduate. Searching for employment; writing poetry in the meantime. more.. |