Camera Verse
Updated: Sep 4, 2020
A creative collaboration of Poetry and Visual Art between friends....
SOMBER was how she counted
the days of her foregone
times,
with disdain
was how she calculated
the lost beatings
of her pulses.
Suffocated
was how she divided
the rueful emotions
of her senses in whole,
painful
was how she multiplied
the hours
of her mournful existence
In fraction
was her happiness,
in ratio,
was she valued.
By the number
was how she treaded on
the path of her pallid
living,
. . .but by the number
she won't again exist -
she won't again be chained,
to anyone's strings and equation.
© Sharon Dina Rose Regala 2020
Image Courtesy of Carl Scharwath Photography/Art
THE MEETING This is humannequin Standing at the table on the fringes looking on At life's full servings But forgoing on a supping It is trite to think that I must sit on the edge of my seat And be greet and make merry And look happy While feeling like flattened cardboard While my eyes stray to the sides Yet I am faulted for unwrapping my insides And leaving my hair And looking at my friends' soul A feeling follows me to the very end Why didn't I listen to its voice.
© Shanti Harjani-Williams 2020
Image Courtesy of Carl Scharwath Photography/Art
SPLATTER Quick dry blood
Absorbs itself under graphic tees That make believe the man is the myth The legend runs adrift in naked storefronts On doors that close behind They claim for the universal good Sprinting behind the man is his double He who once ran the race alone Now tied up in knots with his own All standing in the same room A likeness of himself.
© Shanti Harjani-Williams
Image Courtesy of Carl Scharwath Photography/Art