Snapshots, 1 & 2

...I, on a rainy day, once found the perfect picture
when sunshine filtered through rolling gray
to give raindrops their color.  Now

1

cameras are useless brushes, should some sudden need occur 
, forever missing pixels, looking past contrast, losing focus; 
paint (oil, acrylic, maybe watercolor?) too cannot capture our 
climate’s spectral shades, frameless moments, shifting facts;
language isn’t any better, not very, but if you’ll pardon
contractions and count them anyhow (allow poetic cheats,
permit imperfections), my pen is drawn.  I’m ready.  I’ll try.  

2

subtitle: 1,000 imperfect words; thesis: an impossible sudoku.
opening paragraph, initial sentencing: possessive noun,
adjectives, subjective action verb, adverbs, et cetera...  already
elliptical critics would criticize, deconstruct, misconstrue &
decompose what I’ve proposed / begun composing: 
meanwhile, earth’s atmosphere weeps / continues weeping;  
another imitative artist cries, his ink unerasably flowing. 


from Turning The Metaphor