Journey to Ixtlan

Dance photography remembers past events when people met and danced, but it is not the complete picture. No matter how good the pic, there are elements missing.


Photo of a Dancer
Poem for Day 025 - 20150125

Your photo is an echo
of the dancer I've come to know.
It is an imitation incomplete
of a partner I would repeat.

The intensity of your gaze
was matched with my own.
This is absent in the image
when I look to your photo.

I remember your hand,
but memory is all I have.
Pale copy of your touch
nestled against my back.

Snapshot of your self,
reveals nothing of your soul,
I cannot in glossy pic see
the person I've come to know.

Lastly I miss your essence,
you are a dynamo of passion.
Your portrait only mimics this,
as I wait to be in your arms.

© 2015. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.