There was a time
When photos
Didn’t trigger
Or determine
A flash fire emotion
Or a lazy sensory response
Requiring no effort.
There was a time
When the written word
Or a poignant meaningful photo
Painting a thousand words
Wasn’t replaced by a selfie
Railroading us down a pathway
Where no thought is necessary
And no imagination is required.
There was a time
When the written word could stand alone
Hold its own and speak for itself
Without that illustrated companion.
There was a time
Imagination was key
You heard that song
You had your own personal story in mind
And then you saw the video
And it was all gone, spoilt, in an instant.
Now is the time
Image is key
And photos of a certain type speak
Without need for any words at all
Would such a photo have as much to say
As a book read before bedtime
Would it keep us as warm at night?