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I’m sitting at my keyboard, typing these lines,
About the photos I’ve taken.
Thoughts fill my heart, that I need to impart,
Your mind to stir, not shaken.
Composed for you,
Focused for you,
To you be true,
Inspire too.
Contemplative view!
My prose; your clue,
The why, the who!
I’m looking through my lens, at the joy in the world,
And the beauty we’ve created.
The future is bright, it’s for to you to decide,
Not pre-destined, nor fated.
Future for you,
Canvas for you,
Decide what’s true,
Inspire others too.
Relate your view,
Even to just a few.
Get on and do!
Stretching my vocab; my brain’s thesaurus,
Encountering concepts from my deep subconscious.
Where I’ll end up, who can tell.
Accepted conventions can go to hell!
I’m sitting at my keyboard, stroking these keys,
Photos surround me.
Colours leap off the page, into my soul.
Their patterns crowd me.
In focus now,
Composing now,
Viewing now,
Lost in the now!
— Philip Wood
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