Random Sightings Of Me
I sometimes wonder
If I have been captured in the background
Of someone else’s photograph
-Purely by chance, mind you
Not a photo bomber act
Simply an innocent inclusion
Am I there
Along with a tree
A passing sparrow
Or a rubbish bin surrounded by seagulls?
There I am
Unknown
Unnamed
undiscovered
and frozen in someone elses moment
I wonder if while walking my dog
I have been recorded in a poem?
-anonymously, mind you
Words penned by a poet
In a café
Looking up
Looking out
Watching the passing parade
And there we are-
Stage left perhaps
A nameless man and his dogs
Written briefly
into a scene, alive with imagery
I’m curious to know…
Alan j Wright
It is once more Poetry Friday and this week our host is Jone Rush- MacCulloch. Joan's post presents Found Poetry with a special twist. She is inviting found poem submissions where they are presented dressed as characters from favorite classics. Visit Jone to discover more.
*This will be my last poetry posting for a few weeks, as today I undergo surgery to repair my wonky, troublesome wrist. My favourite left hand, unfortunately. Apologies in advance regarding my predicted limited responses. In my absence, I will certainly continue to collect poetic pearls, read inspiring poetry and contemplate my comeback. Hope to meet you back here, soon...
Alan, that is a wonderful thought. I wonder if that has ever happened. I recently wrote about a woman in the thrift shop, and I'm sure she doesn't have a clue she's in my poem. I love this idea:
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Stage left perhaps
A nameless man and his dogs
Written briefly
into a scene, alive with imagery"
I appreciate your pondering poem! The way you used an em-dash at the beginning of a line in the first stanza to shift the tone almost felt like a little skip, lightening the mood and inviting us forward. Happy Poetry Friday!
ReplyDeleteGood question to ponder! I especially enjoyed the specific details of "a tree / A passing sparrow / Or a rubbish bin surrounded by seagulls." Best of luck with your surgery and recovery!
ReplyDeleteNow you will have me wondering midst my own wandering, Alan. Your voice is soft in this poem, like a whisper! Wishing you a good outcome and recovery for your surgery! Will miss your thoughtful poems.
ReplyDeleteI always enjoy hearing what you think about and your writing process. I’m sure we are all accidentally in stranger’s photos. Maybe we’re edited out of some. Best wishes for a speedy surgical recovery and an improvement in that pesky wrist.
DeleteWhat a great idea for a poem! I love the idea of "what if?" A unique spin on a common thought that very few of us take the time to explore.
ReplyDeleteWhat a good ponder you had! Yes, I just recently saw my back in someone else's photo! It happens. Best of luck to you with your surgery. Your favorite left hand... reminds me of the George & Martha book, and George's favorite tooth. Do you remember?
ReplyDeleteGosh, such out-of-body-observations, Alan... like gazing into a mirror at the stranger. Be well! Sounds like you'll have lots more time for pondering.
ReplyDeleteLove the pondering in this and especially unknowns, unnamed, undiscovered. I hope your surgery goes well. I hope that while it’s your favorite left hand it’s not the one you write with(am a leftie)
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