by Robert Lloyd Jaffe
I have spent my life studying edges.
All those hours pouring over the images
until my nose almost touched the easel;
the endless decisions of what to leave in,
or what to leave out.
I loved all those pictures, and touched each gently
as only a father could.
I never did, though, imagine myself as them
or tried to share their experience;
wisdom, success, or shame;
or that stinging indifference of the blade
that leaves part of you outside the frame.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
I am an observer and listener of the music of life. Where I find cadence, I find my interest and passion directed. It can be sound, light, smell, or purely an experience of thought. The sky, the sea, the mountains, and the machines that allow me to explore those places draw my attention, and give me serenity.
Last updated May 06, 2016