Picture This
By Silver Spun Sand
Tue, 24 Nov 2009
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An old photo, resurrected;
kids, hanging out in the yard.
Dad yells, “Watch the birdie!
Say, ‘Cheese’! Stop looking
at your feet!”
Captured for posterity, a child,
transfixed, watching a toad
crawl under a stone.
I’ve changed, more than a bit
since those sepia days;
blonde hair turned salt and pepper
faded to gray.
Time’s greedy, it takes much –
all in the end; and yet
in the meantime, it can’t touch
what makes us tick.
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'it can’t touch what makes
Permalink Submitted by MistakenMagic on
'it can’t touch
what makes us tick.'
-Love the last lines Tina! And the image of the toad is brillint too ;) Another wonderfully vivid poem!
Magic xxx
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Nicely spun together :) wish
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Nicely spun together :) wish I had sun streaming through my window - just damm rainclouds lol
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I love the last stanza in
I love the last stanza in particular, it's so true and beautifully put together- as is the whole poem. Another gem. You are an artist with words xx
k.
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new
Permalink Submitted by Cavalcader on
new Silver-spund-sand
brilliant with full of memories.
verse; I like
I've changed,more than a bit
since those sepia days;
blonde hair turned salt and peeper,
faded to gray.
yes clever Artist' words
Mum had sepia photo to before
days colour, and what history
attached to it found all..
julie xx
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