Yep...that would be me...years ago! The other half of this picture is the poem.
It's raining here off and on so I'm going through old writes. This one is about a photograph I found and I'd torn off the part of a person I'd chosen to condition. Although we play games like this to forget the past... we always remember the visual.
SKdeV
Mirror images and light
Refractions of a minute
Dated portrait inset
Pains are merely hinted
Fine line of a feather
Brushed with artists hand
Justifying moments
Hourglass in sands
Shadows in a mirror
Etched in time's array
Severed image photo
Seclusion in the grays
This woman like a rose in time
Rosy cheeks a glow
Breathing in this moment
Another breath she glows
Aloof and charming angel
Rose of Cardinal red
Visions of a dreamer
Love is tender fed
Careful is this image
Always looking back
Intelligence of wisdom
With mirror imaged tact.
Tremendous Title Belle! The application of your imagery seems almost insouciant, but it works well in context to the gist as snippets of old memories, or how the mind oftentimes remembers in flashes and bits. Exceptional ...
Richard
Susan, I feel that you are very content with whatever this decision was. You have come a long way baby, as the saying goes..Peaceful and lovely images here in this poem..nicely written.
Peace, Love, and Light,
Amber "V"
An excellent piece Susan
we can no longer reach for the past
Or is the future tangible
Now we must grin and bear
Live one day at a time,
still I love reminiscing
Peace & Love be with you
What reflects
Shouldn't be hard to detect
What glows
Everybody knows
In this poem it shows.
Beautifully done
Another one
Vintage
Great title and closing 5 lines.
Doug
After a long awaited weekend visitation caused by false allegations of sexual abuse, Glen got to see his children for the first time in over two months. He promised them that they would never be apart again and then they disappeared.
For a time, I perched myself on a flat rock, comparing my life with the Guyandotte River. Just as its tributaries replenish it daily, changing it in some small—sometimes great—degree, so have the day-to-day occurrences of life changed me. Like the ri
For a time, I perched myself on a flat rock, comparing my life with the Guyandotte River. Just as its tributaries replenish it daily, changing it in some small—sometimes great—degree, so have the day-to-day occurrences of life changed me. Like the ri
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Kathy
Richard
Yes, we certainly do.
Walt
Peace, Love, and Light,
Amber "V"
we can no longer reach for the past
Or is the future tangible
Now we must grin and bear
Live one day at a time,
still I love reminiscing
Peace & Love be with you
William
Love,
Eileen
Shouldn't be hard to detect
What glows
Everybody knows
In this poem it shows.
Beautifully done
Another one
Vintage
Great title and closing 5 lines.
Doug