"Marriage"   [Reflections on Chris Orwig's Book Visual Poetry - Chapter 3:6 ] (Matt.19:5-12 )

There’s filters in our gadget bag
Affecting light in pix,
But filters of intelligence
Play endless games and tricks.

Check filters in your gadget bag
To see what is left out;
Check filters in your inner self
To see what you’re about.

For you will shoot just what you are,
Shoot well at any rate;
The rest you’ll just not see or hear,
Some pictures you can’t make.

That’s not all bad, Chris Orwig says,
You still have room to move;
Small circle makes for focused mind,
And pictures you approve.

That’s what Eight Hour poem did,
It challenged me to look
At who I was when shooting pix,
And pictures that I took.

That challenge hit me deep within,
Had ashes in my hand;
“As if” is sand – not rock to build
Foundation – under-stand.

But then I saw more clearly still,
Slight change made filter work –
“As if” became “and if” to me,
All reason gone to shirk –

Responsibility in life,
This way had opened up
To do the things now key to me
Not heeding smooth or rough.

Like “loop”, and Bondar’s point of view –
There’s filters we all have;
So check and chuck the ones outgrown,
For broken hearts there’s salve.

Lord, what I do, write quickly,
Is that – then I take some pix,
Augmenting text to nuance give,
Each time the camera clicks.

I thank you, Lord, for filter check
As I re-start my life;
Apostle here to Giver-Land,
Off loop here with my wife.

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