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Photos Fade
Last night as I rummaged through
A box of memorabilia
My hand fell upon
An old photograph of you
How some things never change
Still holding the weight of the world
Upon those strong shoulders
While the sorrow reflects
In your eyes
A mystery
Without an end
An enigma
Never to be known
What was then to you
Is still now
Dismay and distain
Show in a furrowed brow
I slowly placed the photograph
Back in it’s rightful place
Along with the dust of old memories
Where present and past seemingly collide
Yet learn to live
Side by side
For you know some times it’s best
To lay old ghosts to rest
Style / type:
Free verse
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I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Last few words:
Still not quite right
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judyanne
Thu, 2010-11-04 00:43
the dust of old memories
beautiful lines china
i think you have achieved what you were after as
melancholy has overcome me as i read this
i especially like the last stanza
love judy
xxxx
'Each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
shall draw the Thing as he sees It, for the God of Things as They are.'
(Rudyard Kipling)
mand
Thu, 2010-11-04 03:43
Hello China Blue
Old photographs bring back memories, sometimes painful, most times happy.
The last stanza finished it off nicely.
Thank you for stopping by to share this poem with us.
Love Mand xxxxx
Ayaz Warith
Thu, 2010-11-04 06:56
Very nice title, I loved the
Very nice title, I loved the entire piece especially the last stanza, Chris. I want to write something like this. It pacifies my heart.
Regards
Ayaz
scribbler
Thu, 2010-11-04 09:32
fade
as photos and life slowly fade the inner spirit stays strong and bright. This is one of your best.......scribbler
Nordic cloud
Thu, 2010-11-04 15:03
as if one acted a little theatre for oneself silently
How a photograph can conjure up a person and give them life anew, so potently present and from the expression one suddenly sees more into the depth of the person depicted and feels one knows them better, as if one acted a little theatre for oneself silently in the mind using the photo as the incentive to the ideas, elaborating as we go until we are jerked back into reality and find ourselves alone-perhaps.
You describe this well China blue, Chrys
Love Nordic cloud/ann
"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.
magics02
Sun, 2010-11-07 16:35
Nice to read you again
Oh China Blue this is wonderful the story of the photo placing it back where you found it and cherishing the moments and memories as you held it in your hand.
That is all I can say now.
Beautiful sentiments it brought back memories to me as well
Love to you and Lonnie
Magics
xoxo
Victorclaude
Wed, 2010-11-10 09:49
"For you know some times it’s
"For you know some times it’s best
To lay old ghosts to rest"
Chrys,
Sometimes easier said, but I know what you mean.
Nice write!
Victor
"When a pickpocket meets a holy man all he sees are his pockets."
Unknown (at least to me)