Pictures from the past

Pictures from the past

A Poem by Akleja

I see pictures from a time that never escaped.
Pictures of a town that never lived, never was shaped.
Pictures of the sun setting behind the clock tower.
Pictures of a girl holding a dead flower.

A thousand lives have lived inside that town.
They have laughed and cried and even frowned.
A thousand faces that no longer have a name.
People who have been forever captured inside a frame.

I'm walking through the gallery with my head filled with questions.
How is it fair to capture someone and keep them in your possession?
A life long gone, but still haunting this Earth.
An anonymous face, but still considered with equal worth,
with a painting, a sculpture or another work of art.
Simply it's a person turned into an object without a beating heart.

© 2013 Akleja


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i really like this...and yes, depending on who painted the picture...the people could be objects to the painter.

but...sometimes it is nice to have that lasting impression of the person...

the memories...each time we look at the picture.

i like the town you painted with your words..there is an eerie feeling to this piece.

did you mean "a thousand faces that no longer have a name"---

at any rate...this is well worded portrait.

jacob

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Akleja

11 Years Ago

Oh thank you so much! I think it's such a difference between looking at a picture and a painting... .. read more



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Love it:)
I especially love the way it rhymes!
great job:)

Posted 11 Years Ago


This really leaves room for thought.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Akleja

11 Years Ago

Thank you so much...
I enjoyed this. I immediately knew where the poem was going without being able to "guess" the end. By saying this I mean that the words invoke the feeling of drifting through perhaps a museum, or simply an art gallery. It really could be anywhere the Reader thinks, yet without being "generic" I hope I am expressing what I mean, it seems to me I am writing gobbly gook...but can not express it better.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Akleja

11 Years Ago

Thank you so much... This means so much to me! :)
A memory or just a picture... This is great

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Akleja

11 Years Ago

Thank you so much!
very nice words
such a picture you have written
that last line is great
but my favorite is-pictures of a girl holding a dead flower...
nice title
thank you for sharing

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Akleja

11 Years Ago

Thank you so much! It means so much to me that you took your time and read it... Thank you!!
Holly Mason

11 Years Ago

well you took the time to write it and that in it's self deserves my time anytime*)plus to it was go.. read more
Akleja

11 Years Ago

Thank you, once again! :)
i really like this...and yes, depending on who painted the picture...the people could be objects to the painter.

but...sometimes it is nice to have that lasting impression of the person...

the memories...each time we look at the picture.

i like the town you painted with your words..there is an eerie feeling to this piece.

did you mean "a thousand faces that no longer have a name"---

at any rate...this is well worded portrait.

jacob

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Akleja

11 Years Ago

Oh thank you so much! I think it's such a difference between looking at a picture and a painting... .. read more

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Akleja
Akleja

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