the dishonesty of photographs
mostly they lie in black, in white
in midday lighting -- outdoors
with hands on hips
and tilted jaw lines
like a highlighter through philosophic text
we are poised, laughing
dancing, with pursed lips
arms uncrossed
caught youthful, and unaware
intelligence and grace flexed in
the bicep of 24 years old
the rest is,
posted by Heather Glasgow @ Friday, September 08, 2006
2 comments
2 Comments:
totally wishing you were here this year! when i was driving out of wells i was thinking of how well your poems stick. y'know. like i'll see something and i'll be like, "oh that reminds me of that poem heather wrote."
but anyways, hope all's well. i'll be checking your blog religiously (no pressure tho . . .)
This poem is awesome! It's funny how we always hide all of those 'unspeakable' photographs. It has given me the idea to find some of my worst pictures and put them on my blog. It will be hard...but probably good for me.
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