Portrait: Black on White

I often envision my father
In images of moments
As he acts out his epics.

This one is absurdly vague and insanely accurate.

Set against the big screen of enigma,
The pose howls defiance:
My father resisting definition
Turns himself from the lens.
The beholder is flustered and enchanted,
Discovering him by default.

It is a perfect picture vision.

His eyes pierce through the print,
And shoot marvels.
He has carved himself a palace
In the madhouse of the backdrop,
Where he stands regal,
And laughing.

A snapshot ode, for the one I love most.

From this portrait
Stems an unorthodox fascination.
My father stands alone
To armies of ignorant paparazzi,
Ready with smile and wit,
In his left hand.