Missing TimeA Poem by ShaibelleAssignment was to look at our favorite photograph and write a reflection on how we feel about it now.Missing Time -Geneva Willis-
In this photograph is the happy childhood I can never get back. In this photograph is the time I lost. It's missing. Simple, plain, and gone.
In this photograph is the freeze-frame society of images. In this photograph is the past family. It's missing. Complex, frigid, and dead.
In this photograph is a garden of vibrant, veridian greens. In this photograph is my smile. Now it's missing. Distraught, puzzled, and silent.
This is a piece of my missing time- there upon the hill, overlooking bronze-cast horses and twisting fingers through waves of hair.
It's all missing.
My time is missing. © 2011 Shaibelle |
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Added on November 8, 2011 Last Updated on November 8, 2011 Author |