Whose soul do you capture


Whose soul do you capture
Hidden behind the smoke and mirrors
Of your camera lens

The soul of your subject
Should she be brave enough
To let her eyes speak truth

The soul of your fans
Mesmerized by your unique viewpoint on humanity

The soul of the artist
Shines through every composition
Every chosen shadow
Every directed focalpoint

The hidden shared collective soul of human suffering
Snapshot captured for eternity

© REDCAT

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.

Marten Bjork, Gamla Stan Stockholm, Unsplash

24 thoughts on “Whose soul do you capture

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  1. 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.

  2. 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’.

  3. 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.

  4. 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”!

  5. 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.

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