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This is a section where I post poems sent to me by people who have found my site and wish to display their own works. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do!
This poem is by Laurence O'dwyer
Frontispiece for Ulan Ude
These are my Kodaks
Taken with my disposable instamatic
Clicking at all the wrong moments
When the wind messes your hair
With my finger obstructing the view
Too much sky in some
Empty streets in others
Exotic number plates
Travellers who shared their fruit
The bones of the fish we ate
Ugly bathrooms
A long Russian corridor
An important bottle of water
A choreographed smile
They mean nothing
To you, bored reader
Out of focus and inadequate
Blurred, taken from boats and busses
Held vertical for churches and towers
Horizontal for the sweep of the winter palace
Never quite catching it
There is always something important
Out of view
The camera is too cheap and simple
I cannot change the shutter speed
Or aperture
Catching us unaware
Looking our worst
Looking amateur
Now I can't look at those pictures
Without freezing
They are x-rays of feelings
That can only be read
By a qualified
Pathologist.
BIOGRAPHY: Irish, 35, botanist, jammy dodger enthusiast, conniouseur of slugs and quails.
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