This black hole eyelet
absorbs light ~
All gravitates towards
the event horizon ~
Vision narrows to particles
of black and white ~
This is the point of no return
nothing survives beyond singularity ~
To gasp for air
would be pointless now
but time for one last smile ~
Keep your finger on the trigger
ready to squeeze ~
For Camera FLASH! 55, which features a vintage photo of Jessie Tarbox Beals.
Ah a little bit of horror for us to dream about tonight. Thankyou very much!
ReplyDeleteIs it horror? Could be life...
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I hold my breath at the inevitability of it all....good one!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Viv.
DeletePowerful!❤️ Makes me think nothing can ever truly be taken for granted.
ReplyDeleteSo true.. yet so easy to take everything for granted..
DeleteThe singularity fascinates us because it has a death-like oblivion to it -- time stops, everything is stilled -- cancelling all the abrasions of life. I read it as the romance of suicide, the drain at the bottom of the depressive swirl. Well done and ahem.
ReplyDeleteAn interesting take. I originally was thinking of the eye of the camera, how an image is captured, as metaphor for a certain kind of oblivion of life.. and, yes, death too.
DeleteI like your take on the prompt (miss the old 55's). Always time for one more smile?
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely... Say cheese!
Delete"Nothing survives singularity". True. A very tight write.
ReplyDeleteFate and metaphysical instruments have the day.
DeleteI'm liking your point of no return. I have no qualms with that. But trouble comes when it doesn't work that way. I personally know two people who suffered but didn't die. One tried to take his life but instead had to finissh life an invalid instead. The other has been parapalegic since her was five. Two boys were playing with a gun not knowing it was ready to kill. My early school girlfriend killed herself at age about twenty, the valedictorian of our school did likewise.
ReplyDeleteThis poem is not about suicide.
DeleteI knew i would love this when i saw how you wrote about a black hole and the parallel to the lens and how it can draw reality into that singularity... and in a sense the singularity of a lens is a path to infinity as it freezes the moment when the image is taken...
ReplyDeleteAnd I knew you would see the parallel. Thanks, Bjorn.
DeleteI promise, the camera will not steal your spirit!
ReplyDeleteYes, ma'am... but there's a devil hiding in that box!
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Singularity of purpose to act, comes what may. It gives a gung-ho feel not really caring on the consequences. Mysteriously beautiful Kerry!
ReplyDeleteHank
Excellent commentary! Thanks, Hank.
DeleteShooting those happy teeth into the darkness... and hoping someone remembers to make a wish (or 13).
ReplyDeleteThis is yummy.
Always smile with teeth!
DeleteI wonder what people will say when I am nothing more than a faded photograph. I rather like your word travel of the eye and the last moments before the photo is snapped.
ReplyDeleteThat is it exactly! thanks, Susie.
DeleteI'm thinking of The Day The Earth Stood Still. No returning from the black hole.
ReplyDeleteReminds me of all the fake smiles I used to make for the camera when I was going through an unhappy marriage. Nice job
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