Try to take
a picture
of dust floating
in the bare naked
stream of light
that dances through
the blinds
Try to take the elation
and despair
and all the auras of
thought
from the innards
of your mind
and graciously
ever so graciously
try to put them
on paper
I bet you can't
I bet no one can
Not with the same
life
and flow
that the natural world
and your busy mind
can do
within seconds
moments
glimpses
and fleeting chances
No snare trap can capture pure beauty
and I will never try
well
not honestly anyway.
Oct 30, 2012
Oct 30, 2012 at 7:29 PM UTC
Try to take
a picture
of dust floating
in the bare naked
stream of light
that dances through
the blinds
Try to take the elation
and despair
and all the auras of
thought
from the innards
of your mind
and graciously
ever so graciously
try to put them
on paper
I bet you can't
I bet no one can
Not with the same
life
and flow
that the natural world
and your busy mind
can do
within seconds
moments
glimpses
and fleeting chances
No snare trap can capture pure beauty
and I will never try
well
not honestly anyway.
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