Yard Sale of Thoughts

I'm full of surprises,
like tom yum soup—

wonton, soft-boiled, anything goes.

But, I lack composition, clear subject;
I'm out of focus. 

The flickering lighting, the leading 
lines that don't come together in ribbons and bows,
burst forth with the worst of timing;

my intuition is an albatross of yeses and nos.

With one foot slightly wider, 
one ear slightly higher, and
teeth that don't sit quite straight in their rows, 

I lack the symmetry of a rose.
I'm underexposed.

While we both capture a moment 
that can not be cloned,
I'm blurry; I exert no self-control.

Shutter speed a flurry,
aperture often closed,
the ups and downs of my ISO.

No, I'm no photograph.
I've developed much too slow.

©2025|K.F.Hartless

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Cover Art: Still Life Blue Guitar (1982) Composite Photo David Hockney

GloPoWriMo #7:  Today, we challenge you to write a similar kind of self-portrait poem, in which you explain why you are not a particular piece of art (a symphony, a figurine, a ballet, a sonnet), use at least one outlandish comparison, and a strange (and maybe not actually real) fact.