Hello Philip,
I find this poem intriguing. The basic idea - snapshots that have gone wrong - is so simple, but you´ve taken it beyond that. `These blurs resemble life´ suggests that there is a similarity between the mis-focused photo and either the way we perceive life or the reality itself. You´re playing with fire, of course, once you start to question reality in a poem these days, but you keep your distance from the theme nicely. `Is there a hidden´ you avoid the horror word `meaning´ and I just love the panache of avoiding it in such a totally unsubtle way - let´s just cut the bugger out. Great. I imagine you were smiling to yourself as you wrote that line, or have I misread your tone/ imposed my own flippancy? The tone is definitely darker in the final stanza, even I can´t be flippant there. Yes, it´s all very oblique and suggestive and it is ultimately dark and foreboding. I like it. I like it a lot. But I´d change the title. Snap Dragons is clear as far as failed photos go, but why the association with the flowers? Have I missed an extra angle?
Best wishes, Mike
--- Alkuperäinen viesti ---
Snap Dragons
- when photos go wrong
A white rectangle.
A Boot Hill of a thumb.
This vertical shot of a shoe.
A sundrench.
An entirity of sky.
These blurs resemble life.
But taken from where?
Why do they keep me?
Is there a hidden?
Then the crooked shiver
diguised as a shrug –
the fingers, interring
the last of them
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