You capture me
on film and I capture you,
with words, in a poem.
Your photograph can only show
what eyes may see,
while my poetry discloses what
the heart knows that eyes cannot.
Which is the truer portrait,
yours or mine? On this,
we shall always disagree.
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Photograph by Gene LaRochelle.
Written May 6th, 2006
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awesome write! what makes one better than the other? writing or photograph? i suppose it is all in opinion. me personally, get more out of a write. words paint a more vivid intense personal meaning, more so than a picture to me...
talented write.
blessings and *stomps
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Jumps up and down!
MuseStalker you capture me with this great and clever read.
Sad too, perhaps I am just to old and filled with to many “what if’s”
You have talent and I really mean that.
I have missed your work, and hit this page as soon as I got back from a 2 year absences!
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John, and Giovanni have understood the literary value of your ability and efforts, I think that is part of their giftedness. I do not get most of the reason why I like art, (tho I do) even with so many art classes, (all with C’s) I never really could express what it what It what that made good art, well - - good. I just reveled in it and enjoyed it. I still have no clue, from a literature standpoint, what it is, technically, that makes your works so attractive to me. Maybe it’s a genetic thing, built into the code of the reader, I just don’t know. But I do enjoy what you write, the way I am drawn into this piece, asked to participate with the imagery, allowed to fill in the blank spots, allowing me to appropriate it for myself. It is a feel more than anything, as if I have rowed a great weary distance in mist to suddenly find a safe anchorage for the soul, understanding my true home. The other “thing” I am sensing here, as opposed to your other writings, seems to be a tighter connection to the spoken word, (as in your previous piece) as if you have been wandering old forests speaking dreams aloud to sage and sorrel under spreading pine branches, or shouting your name into the rolling foam. See, I told you, there is something else I cant quite put my finger on just yet, maybe I am never to find out, and the thought of that prospect is delicious. Please do not stay away again for too long, You have been sorely missed. Blessings and best wishes, ~richard
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Ah, the still life of photos--light, shadows, color, nothing without mind to interpret, but you capture hearts with both that smile and your poem.
~Klassy -
Outstanding!
I've missed your work, and I'm glad its absence has been justified by such an evocative piece. Succinct in a way that's hardly expressed or even appreciated anymore these days (it seems), I can only declare admiration for its refreshingly direct and honest expression, framed in a language that doesn't underestimate the intelligence of a peer, while deftly refraining from alienating the rest.
In short, your command of poesy appeals to the poet in me as it appeals to the reader in me, an objective very few seem to attempt, much less attain. Kudos.
Thanks,
Giovanni -
Well written. It is with the feelings that we differentiate outselves.
Even the best photographer can be misled by a headline.
(Missing dog, last seen in the company of mystery woman.)
:-)
John -
That is so true. A picture will show what you see, while a poem tells what you feel. Very well written. Definetly one of the best.
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And thus capture am I too, as your words hold me fixated. Well done and well written, I loved it.
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