F-Stop

I am a bit behind, but wanted to submit to Poets United's Poetry Pantry. Also, the Imaginary Garden's Tuesday Platform.   My son is in the hospital, the last time he had an episode-was in 2016. His doctor admits they really don't know what exactly he has.  It is related to a rare muscle condition...so, if you could add my son, Larry to your prayers I will be eternal grateful and return the favor~    Thank you!

F-stop

I cast my lens

wishing for Fresh eyes

threaded by moonlight's silver 

I dangle my Fish eye

holding my breathe

dandelion fluff tugs my line as

my soul's aperture collects

visual poetry.

Page after page

I collect windswept, wet, and still life chapters

woven into the leaves of my poems

I use painted light in 

colors I Fancy:

amber pearls, soft blue blanketed skies, and 

mulberry shadows.

Sometimes, catch of the day 

Flows and swims in my mind's eye

waking my senses to leap

like frogs, birds, fish, grasshoppers and kangaroos.

I Filter my composition

Framing my happy accidents.

I chase the birth of a buttercream rose

and Focus today, on the Prelude's pitch

I hope to catch a happy ending as

 citrus kisses bid the 

 horizon adieu until 

daylight's credits-Fade. 

Everyday I point and shoot penning

romance, history, Fiction, and Fantasy. 

wisps of gossamer wings, misty fog, 

and crystalline flowers

Filters my perception. 

I weave translucent adventure

with dialogue.
It is up to you to hear, sift and 

collect your Feelings. 

-Ella Wilson