Sepia dreams

sorenbarrett

An old photograph of a dream stored in mind's drawer 
The faded past in sepia with urine stains and smell of must
In misty shifting landfills of mental garbage the familiar becomes strange
and what one has never seen feels like home
Folded and torn it shines like new

There are no children here

  • Author: sorenbarrett (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 30th, 2024 04:12
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • David Wakeling

    This has a wonderful nostalgic feel about it. An old photograph can say so much. Well done

    • sorenbarrett

      Thank you David for the review and most kind words they are deeply appreciated

    • arqios

      That brought back memories. Over the weekend I found myself sharing some old photos of us cousins ain our chat group- the first of us had exited this scene just over a year ago.

      • sorenbarrett

        Thanks Cryptic for the read and hope the memories were good.

        • arqios

          You reach a certain age and even the less thrilling of memories have their rough edges smoothened out. And the “sepiad” memories are always great to return to.

        • Neville



          Excellent .. no punches pulled here and the one aimed at the kidney was delivered perfectly .. In my mind memorably so .. but then I've always had a thing about sepia .. Neville

          • sorenbarrett

            Thanks Neville for the read and more so for the comment. As always it is most appreciated. Sorry about that jab it was meant to be a hook

          • Tony36

            Awesome

            • sorenbarrett

              Thank you so much for the read and kind comment Tony

              • sorenbarrett

                • Tony36

                  You're welcome

                • orchidee

                  Good write SB.

                  • sorenbarrett

                    Thanks for the read Orchi your read is appreciated

                  • Teddy.15

                    I've read this 20 times today and every time it just gets more powerful. 🌹

                    • sorenbarrett

                      Wow! Your words are so encouraging thank you so much

                    • Dan Williams

                      Like a dream. Cold reality at the end. Very nice.

                      • sorenbarrett

                        Thanks Dan for the review and comment it is always appreciated and valued

                      • Goldfinch60

                        Those picture bring back such memories soren.

                        Andy

                        • sorenbarrett

                          Don't they ever Andy. Thanks for the review my friend

                        • Bobby O

                          Wow, that’s a statement not that the past doesn’t have meaning but you allowed it to be the same rain plan just a little instead of building up an imagination of greatness like I probably do so it’s real and you’re ready for next. What’s next?

                          • sorenbarrett

                            Thanks Bobby for the read and review of this piece. You ask what is next how about waking up to a dream? Ever had a dream within a dream?

                            • Bobby O

                              They were twins. Ssssh

                            • Tom Dylan

                              A really fine write, Soren. Wonderful stuff.

                              • sorenbarrett

                                Thank you so much Tom I deeply appreciate your read and most kind words

                              • River123

                                That’s surrealism at its finest . Beautiful images .
                                Luv it 👏👏

                                • sorenbarrett

                                  Thank you so much for reading this poem and for your kind words of comment and support they are appreciated



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