ANONYMOUS

 Pictures worth a thousand words
 Tantalize our imaginations
 Some appear almost absurd
 Conditions around our nation
 Anonymous, the name of the artist,
 Left treasurers to test us
  
 Often we have a retold story
 Memories and aspects of the past
 Humans in the height of glory
 Not knowing how long it will last
 Photos themselves, irreplaceable
 We wondering if we would be capable
  
 Should we even be looking?
 Surely not meant for us
 Whose lives are we forsaking?
 Was there ever a sacred trust?
 Artistic goals were once in mind
 Now no owners, no claims to find
  
 Shots seem objective, but just illusion
 Personalities, a form of diction
 Nothing left of the spirit save confusion
 Whole of the process, a book of fiction
 The why, the where, the time not known
 Results, however, are so profound
  
 Our longing just to be shown
 Knowing we’re going to be let down
 Nothing seen by us is known
 People, places, sky and ground
 Discovery and transformation becomes art
 We dream like those who did their part
  
 By Steve Haarman aka Stanski
 November 27, 2019