in blazing colours
use bold strokes
without discretion,
talk Turner to me
in a painting
of your dreams.

in calm patience
for perfect conditions
then shoot with precision,
talk Adams to me
in a photograph
of your life.

without compunction,
use your soul as a sheet,
mix ink with your tears,
talk Byron to me
in a poem
of your love.

Yet what I will see
are imprints of me,
projecting my hopes
straight onto your world,
for ensnared are we
in the solitude
of our own thoughts.

© november child

in response to: Developing Your Eye – Day 6 – Solitude

photo taken with Canon EOS 7D