Please, do not take my photograph.
It is not the wayward tooth,
or the botched parting in my hair,
or the emphysemic hollow
that makes an empty coat of my chest.
None of these things bothers me.
It’s the old saw we know is untrue yet
cannot deny; in fraudulent smiles
the lens finds truth, the camera does not lie.
Love this one too. Great that you've made a poem of it. The lens can't really capture vivacity, personality or laughter very well though can it? It just captures the double chin that you get when you laugh - or the nose at the wrong angle not at every angle. I appreciate that there is furhther depth to your poem than I am suggesting. Staged photos capture staged emotions - 'Fraudulent smiles' - sometimes we wear them for more than photographs. x
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Cate Greenlees
Thu 30th Sep 2010 11:45
A beautiful little poem. Economic but well structured and saying a lot in such a little.
Cate xx