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.
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.
Jerry it is so true that although part of us screams tear it up or heart won't let us. The soul stirs at the sight of a mere photo. always followed by the pain and loss we still feel after all this time. This piece was so vivid in emotions and imagery it could have ben myown soul crying out. Short tight wording and great flow.
Excellent work.
Debby
Ummm, Jer.....why haven't I reviewed this?? I'm sure it read it; it seemed familiar, anyway.
Yes, yes--beautifully expressed. I still have old postcards from around Europe from when my high school boyfriend (who had just finished a year of college at a German university) went backpacking around Europe. One he wrote to me entirely in German (his mother was a native German) and would never translate it for me. No feelings there really--just affection; I've known him since I was ten), but a lot of what ifs.
The ex wife or girlfriend perhaps. Lasting impressions? It's funny how sometimes when the fighting is over and the offender has made their leave we remember the good times.
I love this poem. It rings true for everyone at one time or another. I especially can relate to it right now.
The flow was flawless. The emotion you express looking at that photo is incredible. You thought the wound well healed, and yet it felt like it was yesterday. A very beautiful poem. Excellently written.
Words reflecting on a loved one from the past. Very beauiful, albiet haunting and sad. With your words I felt the loss as you look back that upon that photo of a face that broke your heart. A face you still keep safetly hidden away as you never let go. Awesome write Jerry!
Fair is fair, so I read this one of yours...and really like it, one person in my life in particular comes to mind, just can't part with those photos and memories either, thanks for telling it so well.
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