Poem - My Inspiration

We just don’t mix together,
Like photography and poetry.
The choreography of a picture is often confusing,
I’d spend a lot of time musing about colours and lines to no avail.
But you’ve always had a skilful disposition when holding camera.
I’d wonder if it’s was wilful that you’d always think of composition.
Photography remains a mystery to me.
It’s buried in a beautiful history
Bound by the need to capture every moment,
Where each component builds towards a memory.
You’d say photos are like a story,
That the environment speaks through the frame.
But it doesn’t have to be auditory,
Any tale you see is fair game.

Writing poetry is pretty distinct,
Poems and emotions have always been linked.
I try my best to write from the heart
If the words are full of meaning does it become art?
Normally a poem provides a feeling.
Sometimes they can sound appealing.
I found the best ones can be revealing.
I’d be teeming with ideas one second,
Thinking better of them the next.
Inspiration comes to those who wait.
Linking words together was a start.
After a bout of frustration, and a little date,
A conversation later and I’d found my inspiration.

Where I look at your photos for a while
I’m whisked away with a smile
They always tell me a tale
Caching me leaning on a rail,
Or a time we got caught in the rain,
Finding a Sweet Spot opposite the crane.
Going to visiting the junkyard,
Or walking around the dockyard.
Travelling to the suburbs to see our friends,
Among other odds and ends.
Maybe we do mix together after all,
I hope we’re together for the long haul.
You must now see how much you inspire me.
And I hope and pray,
I can do the same for you someday.