"Fickle Sniper"
Photograph ©Copyright November 2004 by John-Ward Leighton
AN ODE TO A POET PHOTOGRAPHER
John's poetry scribbler lies open
the pen lies on the page
the words are written not spoken
on a table in the coffee cafe
a moment in time is captured in rhyme
a photo is taken of the city within
words are written of pity and sins
with John's camera, the poem begins
the poet is watching humanity walk by
he captures it with the camera's eye
the girl, the dog, the seedy old bum
the flow of words to the pages they come
the mind, the eye, the clouds in the sky
combine to make John, the poet, ask why
my sister left early - is that why I cry ?
the mean sniper of life makes all of us die