Culture Free Verse Poetry

What You Don’t See

the top of sugar cane plants
Photographing
the top of sugar cane
you can’t see

a group of kids
following me along
the hot road

running back
to a little bridge
when I turn around.

You don’t see
a man under that sun
waving in delight

as I photograph his
poverty, spraying
poison on the rice

without any mask.
You won’t see
the old woman

grinning in surprise
as I wander past
her tiny bamboo house,

or three men
in a tractor
towing a broken truck

waving and posing and waving
as my camera
passes by.

© 2017 Melinda J. Irvine


man spraying rice late afternoon

7 comments

    1. thank you for stopping by and taking the time to read my poem. my afternoon walks for photographs are always filled with so many un-captured moments in the film an often have more meaning than the photos themselves. mel.

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