"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.navigation