Whose soul do you capture
Hidden behind the smoke and mirrors
Of your camera lensThe soul of your subject
Should she be brave enough
To let her eyes speak truthThe soul of your fans
Mesmerized by your unique viewpoint on humanityThe soul of the artist
Shines through every composition
Every chosen shadow
Every directed focalpointThe hidden shared collective soul of human suffering
© REDCAT
Snapshot captured for eternity
Inspired by the photo, a conversation this week about early reactions to photos and cameras, and feeling of strong kinship you can get from certain photographs.
Linked to Sunday Muse # 95 and Writers’ Pantry #7: Strolling through February Streets.
I also felt I had to include the picture from the pantry as it’s one from the beautiful Old Town here in Stockholm.
I love rambling walks trough it’s twisty streets and alleys.
This is a wonderful capturing of the photo RedCat! I agree the soul of the artist also shines through. So glad you joined us at the Muse!
Magic can happen when photographer and subject trust each other … your poem resonated with me.
That is clever, beautiful sorcery. Magical RedCat ❤
That bravery…what a way to underscore it. Great poem!
I love “The soul of your subject should be brave enough to let her eyes speak truth.” Your closing lines are especially effective. Our collective soul is suffering for sure.
Ah the old saying holds true. ‘The eyes the windows of the soul
‘Happy Sunday
Much💃🏽🕺🏽💃🏽love
Love that second image, too.
I, too, thought of smoke and mirrors. Great take on the image.
Photography is a special artform, and I wish I was better at it. I love the lines:
‘The soul of the artist
Shines through every composition’
and
‘The hidden shared collective soul of human suffering
Snapshot captured for eternity’.
My goodness this is a breathtakingly beautiful response to the prompt, RedCat! 😍 I especially love; “The soul of your subject/Should she be brave enough/To let her eyes speak truth.” May we all possess that kind of courage. 💝 Thank you so much for linking to the Writers’ Pantry.
Great words on photography as an art form, I thought.
Nice!
I saw a hand reaching from the mists of the past toward the future, and (forgive me) altered the photo a bit to match my poem instead of the other way around. I like your “take”!
The word “capture” in title and first lines had me thinking of how an artist can objectify, but as the poem continued, I thought less of an egoist taking an impression and more of one sensitive to the fact that we always, in a sense, paint ourselves. An intriguing poem.
Interesting look at the different ways a soul might show in a photo. I particularly like the culmination in those last two verses.
I really like this one, layers and how you use another art form to illuminate what we are all trying to do with our art
Love this! Especially that first stanza.
OHMI… you made that look so easy and yet every line packed a punch. Makes me want to re-re read
Beautiful take on the photo! I could feel the emotion on both sides of the camera.
If photographer and subject click there is magic. I love looking through the lens.
Yes, snapshots do that, frame and capture that very moment forever to be stuck in time.
Anna :o]