Mind Window

If the camera is a window
To the photographer's mind
Then I dread to think
What's in mine to find

Pictures on my blip
Appear wild and bizzare
A garden swing, a prickle
Mudflap and bonnet of car

But indeed it is of interest
And something to consider
That in truth my eye
Is open to the highest bidder

Add to that the fact
That I scribble and I muse
I really must resign myself
That my marbles I might lose

So to finish off this verse
This piece of mental flagulation
I think my Canon must oft times think
It's involved in photographic desecration


Terry Rhiannyr
May, 2012