Her Vision

Her Vision:

Scanning the horizon; eyes most well trained.

Searching; seeking. Each detail picked apart.

This ceaseless task. Just what is to be gained?

Well, you see, she is plotting out her art.

A dreary place, full of most burdensome task.

A twisted landscape. Confusing. Unclear.

Yet she seeks out small beauty: in it she basks.

I’ve been hunting paradise, maybe its here.

Her canvas is the world. Camera, her brush.

Recreated most perfectly each time.

Reality improved; beauty found in life’s mush.

Captured with care. Memories made sublime.

For me to bear witness to her witnessing,

Is to gloss my own view in new finishing.

- FNB

(This is a repost, as I was unfamiliar with the rules of this sub. Thank you for the person who provided feedback earlier! This is a sonnet, but the variations in meter are purposeful. Sometimes I find being strict too limiting, though I understand this could be seen as a copout.)

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/92zd6q/transcendence/

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/92z0mv/perception/