moments

[amuse]

green on white on olive
the smell of contentment wafting
from my red lacquered bowl
before i sip i stare
bright like a food blog almost
can't find must find my camera
it's gone can't find

the broth turns the color of nostalgia
like all the other
snaps i've never shot
indelible imprinted on my heart
that i can't share can't say this was
the sunlight of his smile
the blink of his lashes
the flower on my
rabbit's nose
my soup
my triumph
my gift of from to life.

*so this was today's lunch. very downcast. it was rare and beautiful.

[den]

so this was today's lunch. very downcast. it was rare and beautiful.

Indeed, in such simple taken-for-granted things you had a lovely way of `capturing' it ;)

[emily655321]

Oh my god, I love that az. Greatly because it seems to capture your personality -- I get a weird Being John Malkovich feeling reading it :D -- in that way that you always seem to appreciate and call attention to the warm happy feelings behind everyday things. I always get the feeling that the world is a better one when it's seen through your eyes. :) :)

[rocksea]

you know whatt,,
is true,
many times i have felt blissed
that i didnt take the camera along
a thousand images wont portray, wont replicate what you've gone through..

well keep imprinting on ur heart,,
"the sunlight of his smile
the blink of his lashes"
n "the flower on ur rabbit's nose"
it will take you through those feelings again,,

[amuse]

thank you den, em, rocksea. my heart runneth over. big fat quiet :).

[Avalive]

Nice work

[amuse]

grazie

oh, rocksea, i see what you mean. like photos will never show people in motion; in the exact frame or replay, lighting or angle you remember them in. and it lacks the emotion of history, both past and future. so maybe the watercolor of memory really is the best camera.

...hope so.

[Koa]

havent commented yet... well, all i can say is that as usual i'm very 'struck' (is this the word...?i'm sleepy...) by poems that can capture concrete moments...cos they feel so analytic...don't know how to say it ;)

[amuse]

koa, i hadn't seen this post. (you know how sometimes you come back and there are two pages of new posts to read.)
i guess that's good. don't think of me as analytical (scared of thought) but this didn't work without really concrete images, with the subject matter and all.
thanks for responding...grazie :)

[Koa]

prego :D
I often don't post to your poems the first time I see them cos most of the time I wouldn't know what to say...But through other people's comments I get clues on how to read it, and start finding more sense... So usually I wait until I can say something more than I like it or just describe the feeling I get...
And yes I know about coming back and there's waaaay too much to catch up and you'd like to stay hours and hours...:D

[rocksea]

grazie

oh, rocksea, i see what you mean. like photos will never show people in motion; in the exact frame or replay, lighting or angle you remember them in. and it lacks the emotion of history, both past and future. so maybe the watercolor of memory really is the best camera.

...hope so.

not just that amuse, i meant the feelings you have when you are in a particular state. even if you take a lotsa pics of it, you cant regenerate the same feelings by seeing the photos again. and one another problem is if you take a picture and see it again, it gets imprinted on ur mind and what you had in ur memory, the pictures born thru original experience, will be washed away,,

[amuse]

right...i guess we're sort of "on the same page." :) well, at least as of my last post, if you don't count my sadness at not being ansel adams/able to find! my camera.

my boyfriend and i have very, very few pics of each other. i don't know about him, but i like that - i always always think of him in motion, or his voice, nothing is frozen except at my whim. and i can always refreeze a[nother] moment, start it, stop it, intensify the memory, cast it aside in favor of another...
i do wish my frames, my reels, my everything could be captured, though.
i really do.

what about you?

i don't know, i would just hate to find myself one day without my memories, and unable to remember why life is worth living. i know a picture (of soup or whatever) can't do it, and that i saw it in so many more angles than i could have ever brought in to be developed at a print shop, but...but sometimes i want a picture, too...just in case i forget.
will shut up so as not to tear up.