03/05/2015

#poem #poetry #amwriting lines of sight

lights of sight

you could tell she thought she was
                        a photographer
by the fixation with herself
and wished to be a professional
because she did not see a thing

nor care for the pictures all around
instead she crouched by the tree
and told anyone who would listen
to marvel at the length of her lens

so while she chatted to herself
in hope of gaining a fish paper shot
I busied myself taking snaps
and was very happy
                       with what I got

The Blue Book