Poetry/Photography/Original
Author: Ying Jianchun
The creative inspiration comes from a butterfly and a pilosa
There is no love in my camera
Author: Ying Jianchun
At that moment, you suddenly left
and I'm still where I am . Stay
The light and shadow blurred the line of sight
The wind blew by, and there were not many petals left on the thorngrass.
Fortunately, there were white butterflies accompanying them.
Click left, right, and the person carrying the camera was too busy.
Time to sigh, no one Can withstand the test
The thorny ghost needle grass all over the body, put away all the softness
This annoying little thing, clinging to passers-by
The windows and doors are closed, the people who have gone far away have already gone far away
The wind is asking me, some are not cut off The actual words
are helpless, there is no love in my camera
was written at 0:01 in the middle of the night on July 16, 2022.
I haven’t written modern poetry for a long time. The pictures have been there for a while. If I don’t write something, I’m afraid these pictures will be locked into my gallery. I think about it, I’ll forget it. If I don’t write a few sentences, my poetry It will wither and die from now on.
I am not a poet, nor a photographer, but I fell in love with writing poetry and photography. It seems that only poetry and photography are my true loves. There should always be people and things I like in life, so that I will not As for being so empty.
At this moment, I should open a bottle of champagne , but this night, it is already late...