Old Wounds

Sorting through old photos
I come across you yet again.
Those same searing, pleading eyes.
That same sexy, crooked smile.
That same nervous knot in my stomach.
I thought that wound had fused.
A voice cries out from the 

crawlspace of my soul.
"Tear it up!"
With a sigh, I stare off into nowhere
And tuck you back, safely away.

 

 

 

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Reviews

[Alba T.]

Lovely.
I know how this can be. I live this every once in a while
when I take those old pictures out and see HIM.
Every time you look at those pictures of that certain person,
you think I can do this, I can get rid of them, but you just can't,
for some reason...
And that reason is embedded in your heart and soul,
Where that person left an imprint so deep
that you cannot shake it off.

[Jane Doe]

Such a beautifully sad poem. I love your description of her...

'Those same searing, pleading eyes.
That same sexy, crooked smile.
That same nervous knot in my stomach.'

Great job, I really liked this poem!

[Blade & Blood (The ..]

It sucks when you go down memory lane and feel the pain you once felt ages ago. This a poem that almost all people no doubt can relate to. Excellently done! ^^

Ironically Yours, Blade and Blood

[James Takeo Panton]

The words are to the point.....powerful and short.....a lot of feeling here, that everyone can identify with....

[justjenn_2u]

Memories are so powerful. I wish it were as easy as "out of sight, out of mind." This poem makes me feel like you had good memories with her. As if you cared so much about her that to look at the face of her hurts.

[Brenda Sue]

Very well written. It funny how one little photo can bring about so much emotion and feeling. Wonderfully penned. Great job.

[Blackbirdsong]

This is really done Jerry and it makes me wonder why you don't write more poetry. There are so many layers of feeling in this write and you did it in only a few lines. I love the touches as the crooked smile and the fused wounds. This is going in my favorites. Excellent poem. :)

[Emily B]

I found my way back here. Over the years I've rid myself of the mementos of every former love but one. Notes and letters and photos were discarded as I cleaned up my cluttered life. But, somehow, every time I come to Those letters. . . I've tried. I've had them in my hands still tied in that purple ribbon. I've stopped reading them now. But I'm not sure I can ever throw them away.

[SPINNING ON that dizzy ..]

Memories are like that - in this case you are actually holding a picture in your hand - and oh how they bring back memories. I do this now and then - look at the kids pics when they were little and I can actually smell the baby shampoo in their hair or remember just how my daughter's voice sounded at that age - or even remember what she was saying when I took the picture.... I still have my wedding album that I have looked at since I left and remember how wide eyed and hopeful I was that day.... I don't know if I have ever been as pretty as that day!!!! Memories and photos tug at your heart - moments captured in time and forever stored on our hearts.

kath

[Emily B]

Does that knot in our stomach ever really go away? This is beautiful it invokes a lot of emotion.

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I love this poem because I can relate to not wanting to give someone up. A great work of an emotion that almost everyone can relate to.