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This poem was originally inspired by one of my dolls, Raphael…

I am one of those grown-ups with a rather creative inner child and I happen to love dolls and the creative spheres around them. Yet, I was quite surprised to see that my dolls could inspire my poetry!

This poem has always been about photography, but it started being about my doll, Raphael, and what it meant for him to be a photographer. But then, writer’s block hit and that was when the he became a she. I began to realize the poem was also about me, for I am a bit of Raphael and he is a bit of me, even though he is more than me, and I am more than him. And so, as I was writing the poem, the he became a she!

The poem traveled along its journey and yet it somehow still remained soulless. That is when I realized that the poem was about us: what it meant to us—apprentice or professional photographers— to photograph. So the he/she became a photographer’s heart and the poem came to life.

A Photographer’s Heart
by Isabelle Andres

In a photographer’s heart,
shooting becomes loving,
the inanimate comes to life,
capturing becomes freeing,
the shy invisible is in the spotlight.

It captures time;
Life and death in translation.
A flipping moment,
a record of passing seasons,
an ephemeral instant.

It captures space:
That below your nose,
the distantly close,
that which is beyond your scope,
the closely away.

It captures you:
Your emotions,
a transient sensation,
a feeling in explosion,
your gaze,
an invitation in a secret,
into your depth,
into your self.

All is for ever embroidered
in the canvas of its heart.
All is for ever imprinted,
in the films of its photographs.

Your Once upon a time,
becomes your Forever now,
in the digital spaces,
in cybernetic places.

For all these non-lasting moments,
are but your own past, future and present.
For one of your shortest instants,
could well be one of your richest moments,
and that, a photographer’s heart knows well!

Isabelle Andres: A few years ago, I decided to embark on a new journey, a rather personal one, one of self-discovery and so I began to let go of all I once was to become all I am and will be. Along the way, I have discovered myself a passion for photography, writing, reading and dancing amongst many other things. I find my inspiration in Nature and contemporary art and I love to explore the creative and spiritual spheres. From introspective journaling I somehow began to venture in the land of poetry. My first poem came to me whilst I was absorbed as I often am in a moment of Nature contemplation. Recently I have begun to venture in the land of fictional writing and I now secretly dream that one day I will be the proud author of a novel. I can be found on my website Belle Pan’s Maze and on my writer’s page on Facebook.

~If you are interested in seeing your poetry appear in this blog, or submitting a poem by a woman that has inspired you, please click here for submission guidelines. I greatly look forward to hearing from you!~


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