Camera shy

Posted on October 30, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Why is it that on photographs
My friends all seem much thinner,
While I appear as if
I ate an elephant for dinner?

My clothing says I’m not too bad,
And, with elastication,
There’s still a bit of growing room
To suit my generation.

Why is it that the years
Have been much kinder to their faces,
While I seem full of blurry bits
And wrinkles in odd places?

The mirror doesn’t paint me
Looking older than creation!
Or is that wishful thinking?
And a good imagination?

But does it really matter
If the laughter leaves its trace?
Or if with age our figures
Have relaxed to suit our pace?

I look into your eyes and read
The child, the youth, the age,
And understand the beauty
That is written on each page.

For what the camera cannot see
And where the mirror lies,
Is when it fails to see
The living soul within the eyes.

And when they look out soul to soul
At them, or me or you
The eyes of love see beauty..
And the eyes of love see true.

About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at scvincent.com and on Twitter @SCVincent. Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email: findme@scvincent.com.
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33 Responses to Camera shy

  2. willowdot21 says:
    October 30, 2020 at 06:20

    True and beautiful Sue, my dad always said the eyes are the windows of the soul 💜💜

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  3. Ritu says:
    October 30, 2020 at 08:16

    Love this, Sue 💜

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  4. TanGental says:
    October 30, 2020 at 08:26

    Hey it’s just wrapping paper and bubble wrap because what’s inside is so precious. Beautifully expressed

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  5. jenanita01 says:
    October 30, 2020 at 08:28

    I haven’t met a mirror yet that doesn’t have attitude, so I avoid them like the plague!
    Our eyes see the beauty in everything, so we don’t need them anyway!

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  7. Sadje says:
    October 30, 2020 at 08:40

    It is a privilege to grow old and the lines indicate a life lived.

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  8. V.M.Sang says:
    October 30, 2020 at 11:17

    I love your poem, Sue. It’s true about not growing old inside. My head often says, ‘That looks a fun thing to do’, but my body replies ‘Don’t be stupid. You’d never manage it.’
    Still, we’ve all got our memories of when we could do things like climb trees, run a mile, touch our toes… . They have to suffice.

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  9. Darlene says:
    October 30, 2020 at 13:48

    A perfect poem!

    Like

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  11. Jim Borden says:
    October 30, 2020 at 20:24

    what a beautiful poem, Sue. Cheers to getting older…

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  13. memadtwo says:
    October 31, 2020 at 02:11

    A friend is always beautiful. (K)

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  14. Jennie says:
    November 2, 2020 at 01:02

    Wonderful, Sue!

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