The following is a free composition I did for an English Class. Total time: 20 minutes. Please note that some references in to poem refer to the poems "Dover Beach" and "Hollow Men"
I decided to share it with you all, as it is what I feel, when working with someone.


She is immersed into immortality. With a single press I have made her timeless, I have rendered her immortal. A coy smile adorns her face, as her head tilts to the right, and she is again immortalized. Time after time, she is captured, each movement recorded by this apparatus of circuits. Subtle differences characterize each moment, each lifetime. Each snapshot holds its own overwhelming emotions and secrets. Some she resembles the hollow men, others, the stuffed men.

I lower the contraption from my face, how different it all seems. Her form is nearly lost in the bustle around us, no longer is it just the two of us, sharing our expressions in their truest forms. Predators eye us, try to understand our intensions, force us to divulge our secrets. But it matters not, for we are connected. She is framed out of the hells by my compassionate stare, held in grace by the most opportune timing; we need not worry about the opera of the drones and machines around us. The world is silent, yet ear shattering. Emotions speak stronger then any word.

I need not speak to her, as she is again framed by my lens. Ambient light radiates her lithe form, rendering the rest of the world a blur. She is along the steps of destiny, adorned in the silks of serenity. Her welcoming gaze is cast through the lens, into the eyes of all who shall witness her. Her intensions pour into the image, weaving its fabric of pixels. It’s a gift for us both; it feels like we’re on the cliffs of Dover. We are alone, unhindered by this life, immersed into the surreal. Our secrets would still be shared, our emotions still shown, still immortalized.

By Andrew Hobden