Edges of a Picture

We see things as a series of still moments and forget often that people change...

Joyous memory now stilled

A framed perspective sought

Where faded edges grow

Worn from lacking touch

Creased behind the glass

Reflecting onlooker's eyes

Emotions and deepest thoughts

Frozen in bullet time

Like a dear in the headlights

Watching the picture change

Slowly from hidden edges

Out of plain sight

But never escaping the mind

Reviews

[Chuba kichu]

Yet another inspiring piece.keep writing.

[Sami Khalil]

I do agree with your caption. This poem describes pictures and still images perfectly where even the emotions are frozen in time. Excellent, sir....:).........

[David McNeeley]

I like the imagery in this poem