the photographer and his muse

you shoot pictures
and let them fall

like leaves and animals,
by the wayside

of your imagination,
you picture me

on a park-bench,
waiting for you

on the flip-side
of your lens,

doves coo around
your feet,

as you twirl
on the streets,

spiraling
in rainbow rings,

hanging on hope,
riding each moment

to exhausted reverie
and miraculous surrender

and waiting,
always waiting

for the lights,
to turn on

for a drop
of heaven

fate might send
your narrow way

Author's Note

REVISED version

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

I could picture the photographer shooting photos of his model...swirling around with his camera to catch her in just the right light. Great imagery. I liked this one. Lydi*

[highonwords]

thank you, ma'am, for the visit, the review, and encouragement :)

steph

[Alfred Kukitz]

Hey I'm a photographer and I would never let that happen to you. SmIle beautiful women you are on candid camera.

Regards,
Al

[highonwords]

this poem is in the works, specifically the last two lines, which i know hang awkwardly , thank you, al

steph

[Lyn Anderson]

I like this a lot, although I don't really relate it to a photographer. One thing, do you think perhaps "on" the wayside should be "by"? Of course, don't mind me if you like "on".

[highonwords]

thank you kl, corrected it and like it better, also added 'in the light of day', 'at night', or is that too much?

steph

[Lyn Anderson]

not sure -- I might say "In the dark of day" or "in the night of day" if that is the feeling you want to get across.

[highonwords]

not really, but thank you your suggestions - will need to think it over how this one ends
read morenot really, but thank you your suggestions - will need to think it over how this one ends

steph

[highonwords]

just revised the last lines :)

[Lyn Anderson]

I like this ending better. Nicely done.

[highonwords]

took me a while, then i saw a glimpse of 'light'

steph

[Dhaye]

Figuratively speaking, I can relate this to my muse when I have a writer's block. Though I try to write something, still I can't make a good piece because of lack of inspiration. And still, as a writer, the hope that the muse will soon appear, is always there even after a hundred of sheets are crumpled, or hundred times that Microsoft Word is closed and opened.

Literally, this may refer to someone who wait and wait though there is no assurance that the person will come.

Nice presentation of your subject. Great!

[highonwords]

i think, dhaye, we ought not to rely on inspiration alone, when we write, i think we ought to be alert, always in tune with the mundane in our surroundings - i think we need to work hard, and not rely our powers on something as fickle as a muse

steph

[Dhaye]

Individuals have different skills...and even if they have the same skills, the level maybe different. It is really hard for me to write without an inspiration. Writing for me is a therapy and hobby. I don't need to write if it only stresses me. Art is my passion, and it has other kind or aspect. I run into singing and playing my keyboard if I can't write a song or poem, or sketch since I cannot paint for now.

[highonwords]

wow, you paint? that's awesome - i can draw stick figures - i sing in the shower - my fave instrument is the piano, but can't play for the life of me

[Dhaye]

lol. The shower has perfect equalizer for your natural sound system.

[highonwords]

hahahahahahaha :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the woman who will never show up...the muse who won't come...

and he takes pictures, pictures of emptiness....an empty park bench...an empty chair...
an empty chamber in the heart.

[highonwords]

hi jacob - thank you for visiting my page - always glad to see you around - your reviews are always insightful - and your poetry is first-rate

steph