Thank You..........

Fable's Tales Unspoken

I am both humbled and honored by your verse

Liquid Illuzions

THE LENS OF A CAMERA SEEKS IN UNIONISES WITH THE THIRD EYE,

A SMALL WINDOW WITH WHICH THE EYE RELIES TO FRAME-UP

ALL YOUR IMPLIES,

WE FOCUS OUT ON PERSONAL REFLECTIONS FROM WITHIN

SO THEY WONT GO AWRY

THE FILM WITHIN A CAMERA ACTS LIKE THAT OF OUR SOUL,

IT USES THE ESSENCE OF LIGHT IN FRAGMENTS

WHICH PIECE TOGETHER AND EXPOSE THE WHOLE,

ONE DAY ALL THOSE FRAGMENTS WILL JOIN THROUGH ESSENCE

FOR THE CONSOLE,

ARTISTIC VISIONS ARE THE ESSENCE OF LIGHT

FOR ALL TO EXTOL,

WITHOUT PHOTOGRAPHS

MEMORIES OF OUR STARS WOULD COLLAPSE INTO BLACK HOLES,

IT'S TIME TO ATTACH A TELESCOPIC LENS

SO WE CAN SEE BEYOND THE DEPTH

TO WHERE IT UNFOLDS,

THE INNER BEAUTY OF A SOUL

WILL ALWAYS MANIFEST IT SELF THROUGH CREATIVITY,

LIQUID

IT'S YOUR PROCLIVITY OF IMAGERY

THAT CREATES THIS POETIC REACTIVITY,

YOU EXUBERANTLY ENHANCE OBJECTS

AND TEACH US THAT ALL "THINGS" HAVE A PERSONALITY,

YOUR PHOTOGRAPHS

RIPPLE THROUGH OUR SENSORY

ACTIVITY WHICH RIPPLES BACK RELATIVITY,

YOUR SENSITIVITY TOWARDS LIFE RADIATES

WHICH WILL CULTIVATE YOUR LONGEVITY,

SO LETS NOW EXPLORE YOUR INSIDE ANGLE

WHICH WILL ALWAYS KEEP US IN CAPTIVITY,

YOU'VE CAPTURED EMOTIONS,

SHADOWS AND COUCHES RESTING,

YOU'VE GIVEN US CLOVER'S, IVY AND LILY'S

WITHOUT CONTESTING,

YOU'VE BESTOWED TRACKS, MUD, AND PAINTINGS

WITHOUT ANYBODY REQUESTING,

YOU'VE CREATED MEMORIES OF NATURE,

CATTLE AND CORN FOR THE DIGESTING,

YOU'VE ENHANCED SURROUNDINGS AND BOUNDARIES

WITHOUT SUGGESTING,

YOU'VE TAKEN US TO PLACES WE WOULDN'T HAVE SEEN,

THAT'S THE BEST THING,

LETS DOCUMENT THE BEAUTY OF THIS WORLD

BEFORE IT ALL RETURNS TO THE SKY,

IT'S TIME TO JOURNEY THROUGH THE LENS OF THE PHOTOGRAPHER

WITH THE TIPS OF OUR EYE'S,

FOR IT’S THE PHOTOGRAPH THAT REMAINS

LONG AFTER GOODBYES,

YOU HAVE FROZEN PIECES OF TIME FROM YOUR MIND

FOR ALL 2 SEE,

LIKE THE MIRRORED LAKE

AND OUT OF ITS MIDDLE CAME A WHITE TREE

THAT FREES,

LIKE PINK BOLTS,

THE WINDOW BEHIND THE BRICK

OR THE STRING OF LEAVES IN THE TREE,

LIKE A MOSSY WOOD POST,

SNOWDEN'S BARN,

OR THE HUB CAPS THAT JUST BE,

LIKE THE PICTURES OF PEOPLE WHO HOLD SIMILAR EXPRESSIONS

OF THAT OF U AND ME,

LIKE THE DOG AND THE DEER SHOWING INTEREST TO EACH OTHER

BEFORE THE FLEE,

LIKE

"THE POND"

WHERE U DOCTORED-UP AND REMIXED THE PHOTO

AS WOULD AN EMCEE,

YOU PORTRAYED TO ME THAT CRACKS EXIST

TO LET THE LIGHT THROUGH,

THAT A VERTICAL WINDOW PANE WITH RAINDROPS

CAN PAINT PICTURES TOO,

THAT THE MORNING DEW BRUSHES RUST ON A HOOD THAT'S BLUE,

THAT A PILE OF JUNK IS BEAUTIFUL

AND EQUALLY ABSTRACT AS ME AND YOU,

THAT A LITTERED BOTTLE WAS TAKEN IN BY EARTH

TO SHOW US ITS NEW FOUND VIEW,

THAT A PHOTO ENTITLED

"BLUE"

LOOKS LIKE CRYSTALS THAT WILL RENEW,

THAT MISSISSIPPI BARES A TREE WITH A HEART,

WHO KNEW,

I COULD GO ON FOREVER WITH THESE WORDS

LIQUID,

BUT YOU AND I KNOW A PICTURE IS WORTH A MILLION OF THEM,

SO NO VELVET TEARS WHEN THIS POEM COMES TO AN END,

CONSIDER IT A GIFT

2 YOU

FOR EXPOSING LIFE'S GEMS...

~Mike Fable