Long ago I noted a quote from a newspaper article; ‘portrait photographer said (he) looks for combination of vulnerability plus strength equals beauty.’ Here I try writing what is called a “golden shovel poem” where each word in the quote ends each line of the poem.
Might every attempt at writing be like a portrait
Where we try to observe like the clear lens of the photographer?
But of course the photographer knows that is not enough, you must capture more, he said
Will it be in the light? the framing? the color? the context? Look–
Look at what, the apprentice asks (and we are all apprentices, remember, always), look for
The ineffable, a real portrait somehow being a combination
Of seen and sensed, of now and remembered; must show the clouds part to reveal a vulnerability
A shaft of tender light enters to show us what is glowing plus
Shadow upon shadow upon shadow; what has required strength
Or- where one has failed to be strong, not been equal
To the task, and yet continued- the real definition of vulnerability. To see all this and to show it, both photographer and author call it