A broken poet

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Frantic Ramblings of a digital Alchemist 0004

Tired, frantic and exhausted as I put my camera away
Scanning through the photos, and essays that I wrote that day
In house protests and riots, internal elections, and electioneering
Hunger, desperation, black and white topics and action shots
Racial profiling, vote rigging, xenophobia and childbearing

And a single picture of a pretty girl smiling
I stop and stare, forgetting about the imagined, self imposed urgency
No need for photoshopping, sepia toning or cropping
A lone oasis, surrounded in a directory full of emergency

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