Photographers Poem

Photographers Poem

I think it strange
That in a frame
Essence can be captured
Both the manner and fame

A flashed second
Captured in a still
A camara's ambition
A photographer's thrill

Somewhere between
The image we protect
And the character we neglect
An eye behind a lens
Somehow detects

The person we are
The person we can be
The work of those looking at
What we fail to see

The sadness in smiling eyes
The joy of true surprise

The fear conquered
In the acts of the brave

The misery felt at
A loved ones grave

The horror of widows of war
The hope of a boy
Looking to score

The moments caught on camera
Are snap shots in time
There to provoke
There to remind
Man of his beauty
And his ugly acts
As we look at photography
It often looks back