He stops by on his way to work, staring intently as his face softens
She pauses during her busy day to draw the faces with her finger
Her little fingers barely reach over the counter but she manages to look at it
Dust and fingerprints start to build up, blocking my view
I saw less and less of their faces as the winds of time blew
My frame started to splinter, dust weighed me down
The glass was broken and my exposed parts faded away like a ghost town
Then I was thrown in a box, they never came to visit me
No longer atop the shelf that used to be a tree
All my pride was gone, fizzled out
I’m not needed, no reason to shout
I’ll just sit here until I fade completely
A silent melancholy death
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A lot of visualization in this poem… what inspired you A?
I recently was thinking about my grandmother’s house. She used to have a framed photo of our family tree with old relatives. I remember how it seemed to be more yellow and more dusty every time I would come and visit. I don’t know where it is now but it inspired me to write about what the photograph might see.
Old photos taken and forgotten in a drawer, neglected memories. I have thousands that I have never looked at. Well written it seems metaphoric where we put certain memories in a drawer as well.
This was meant to be from the photographs perspective of once being loved and then forgotten, I’m glad you could relate to it Soren. Maybe we should take a few out and look at them?
You are most welcome I can see it that way where the photo is anthropomorphized. Well done none the less
Allie, there’s a weight in this that stays with me… especially in how the view slowly disappears under dust and time. It feels like watching memory fade in real time… not dramatic, just inevitable. That quiet ending doesn’t shout…it just lingers. Beautifully done. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
That means so much to me that it came off that way. I wasn’t quite sure how to do it slowly without making a really long poem. Thank you for your feedback!
Everything is temporary 😌 ,nothing stays long enough for you to embrace it.
How true, that’s a good reminder.
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