Grandmother's Photograph

Two people 

Still so young

In sepia 

black and white

Arm in arm 

livelyness

In true love

In true love

Such old evidence

Such like Romeo

Such like Juliet

Such like real, true love

Till the end

No sadness

Till the end

He loves her

Till the end

She loves him

In true love

In true love

Such old evidence 

Such like Romeo

Such like Juliet

Such like real, true love

No poisons, No daggers 

call from her balcony 

No wars, nothing to hide 

They hold each others hands 

And now, now they are together 

and together in heavan they shall stand 

Such old evidence 

Such like Romeo

Such like Juliet

Such like real, true love

Reviews

[Krishna]

It is said that art is in the eye of the beholder; as far as this piece is concerned, I would have to agree. While I'm sure you had specific photographs in mind when writing the poem, I saw flashes and scenes from our family's own photo album: pictures of my grandmother and grandfather, so obviously in love yet no longer with us in a material plane. A great read and very well written -- I especially like the use of short, intense sentences to drive the imagery home.