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a poet's impression: in the after image
She looks at me in a way
that says she doesn’t like me
and that she’s not very comfortable being photographed
afterwards I smile, with a thank you and
she slips back into the crowd of people
that’ll ignore me this weekend
I didn’t like her words, they reminded me
too much of the things I don’t have
and secretly want, but will never tell anybody
that I want
because I’m too strong and too weak
to admit that I crave something so basic
And she’s not the first to look at me
like I’m an ant on the side walk of life
someone that she could step on, or pass
without ever really considering my existence
past the lens of my camera that I carry like a shield
to protect me from the glare of faces
that would rather be elsewhere, unphotographed
Sitting at home, in the chatter of my own mind
buzzing from words and people that set my soul on fire
I consider the afterimages of the people now set to paper
2D images of someone’s soul, that can’t quite capture
the essence of the life behind their eyes
Their faces speak a hundred different stories
I am tired but happy
I am sad behind my smile
I am discontent
I am playful
I am awake
I am hungry
I am here
© Indie Adams 2013
that says she doesn’t like me
and that she’s not very comfortable being photographed
afterwards I smile, with a thank you and
she slips back into the crowd of people
that’ll ignore me this weekend
I didn’t like her words, they reminded me
too much of the things I don’t have
and secretly want, but will never tell anybody
that I want
because I’m too strong and too weak
to admit that I crave something so basic
And she’s not the first to look at me
like I’m an ant on the side walk of life
someone that she could step on, or pass
without ever really considering my existence
past the lens of my camera that I carry like a shield
to protect me from the glare of faces
that would rather be elsewhere, unphotographed
Sitting at home, in the chatter of my own mind
buzzing from words and people that set my soul on fire
I consider the afterimages of the people now set to paper
2D images of someone’s soul, that can’t quite capture
the essence of the life behind their eyes
Their faces speak a hundred different stories
I am tired but happy
I am sad behind my smile
I am discontent
I am playful
I am awake
I am hungry
I am here
© Indie Adams 2013
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