109. Framed (Poem) 

 

Sometimes you can tell just how someone feels by merely looking at a photo, this poem is about that light captured wizardry. 

Sliced from ether, 

Cropped from space,

Cut from nothing,

Paste, encased.

Glimpse of something, 

Ever more,

Never lost, 

But not for sure. 

Pixel art, 

Printed fame, 

Poetries spun,

From colours of change. 

(Photo – Eli Woodbine, London, 2016) 

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