Taking a selfie’s a breeze.
Just look at your phone and say cheese.
You smile, then you click.
Every Tom, every Dick,
Every Harry can do this with ease.
But the skill’s in the whole composition
If you want a snap with more ambition.
Think panning, perspective —
It’s a whole new directive —
Think parallax, pose and position.
Yet if you dilly-dally too long
The spontaneous moment has gone.
That’s why none of us
Are Diane Arbus
Or Henri Cartier-Bresson.
But I’m no photography snob.
Point and shoot is for me just the job.
It’s so democratic,
Instant, automatic —
Even though my face turns out a blob.
Yes, taking a selfie’s a doddle.
We all have an ego to coddle.
So give us a break
For vanity’s sake —
Can’t you see I’m a glamorous model?
12 comments:
:D Love your whimsy. And it's a fine selfie.
The question of the early 21st century: What is the difference between a selfie and a self portrait?
Same as the difference between artless and artful?
Wish you had smiled though.
You're very harsh on yourself; it's not a bad picture at all - really. Smile!
(Well, you made me smile anyway.)
There is a smile there (-:
I like your poem and your new icon photo.
Thanks, everyone! :) :) I knew that smile was there somewhere :)
Great shot. You look like Sting (although you have more hair that he does :))
Hello! I liked this selfie-poem. Could I put it on my facebook-side?
Marit Lykken Helgetveit
Norway
Thanks, Amanda. You flatter me!
Hi Marit — and welcome. Yes, of course you can use it — perhaps linking it to my blog in some way would be good? Thanks for your visit.
An old friend and I took several selfies last weekend. A fun experience and slightly painful too. Thank heavens for the delete button. Great composition by the way.
Thanks, Jan!
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