So much more

If only a photograph could see

 

 

 

 

So much more

 

It was merely a picture

sitting on a lighted shelf, above words that I read,

when new was new and improved hadn’t been discovered yet.

 

Infatuated I thought, why else would it be there,

this face staring at me, did it know

that I would come here, did it sense that I would see

 

A stranger, the new kid on the block, knocking on the door

Would I fit in, could I fit in…

why would I fit in, I have never fit in before

 

Still I felt it, the touch of not knowing,

the breath of my own wisdom, which on occasion

had let me down more than it had solidified my mind

 

I pecked, like an old hen at the dirt hoping for

a candied seed, a morsel of truth from the hand that I desire,

soft yet distant, olive skin of fragrant perfume

 

That pose, like a grandmother thinking, oh was she thinking

Perhaps contemplating a recipe for something sweet,

only to paint the minds of others with her form

 

I paced the floor, raking the keyboard with uncertainty

Placed a few envelopes under the door and waited,

scared to death, but living in a dream

 

I watched as shadows moved in the cracks,

light changed places with reality,

melodic in patterns of fine tapestry dreams

 

I gaze once more upon this gift, smiling on me

from somewhere beyond the  seams,

stitched along a sheltered eastern shore

 

My knees found the worn carpet of pacing,

frayed threads reacting to the sun light,

finding the breeze of my thoughts in scattered wishes on the sill

 

No voice, no touch, only a painted smile, a striking pose,

still it spoke to me…in beautiful words

It was merely a picture, yet it was so much more

 

 

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[TL Boehm]

I pecked, like an old hen at the dirt hoping for
a candied seed, a morsel of truth from the hand that I desire,
soft yet distant, olive skin of fragrant perfume

this is perhaps my favorite part. There is always that part that speaks to me and this is it. Wonderfully penned. I have a picture addiction anyway.

[Jack...]

Tammy, my cute friend, if only reviews were smiles...oh wait, they are when they are from you. Thanks so much for the smiles

[Pryde Foltz]

Great write. What I like here is the way you bare your soul, the greatest of gifts, but behave as though it just a trifle. Makes the piece very endearing. Lovely rhythm, too.

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much. This one holds a special meaning for me that I may share someday, but for now it is yours to interpret as you like, which is the way it is supposed to be...I think. I appreciate you stopping by Pryde and leaving such kind words for me.

[Astro]

Awesome, I love the daydream effect you have employed here. A seemingly simple object giving inspiration to many thoughts and lives lived within the fantasy, seemingly simple...but so much more. Right on, Jack I like being taken on a voyage and you have shown me a fine vacation.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Astro, I saved the best seat for you.

[Astro]

Haha, it was well worth it buddy.

[prachi prangya agasti]

well expressed... loved this one.. every writing of yours is awesome....!!!

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much my friend. I really do enjoy and appreciate you visiting my poetry.

[prachi prangya agasti]

welcome

[prachi prangya agasti]

welcome

[s y e]

Wouldn't it be cool if photographs could see? I think it would but that is just me, a great write Jack. Good job.

[Jack...]

Yes it would, well sometimes. :) Thanks so much my sweet friend.

[Emerald Seas]

Loved the journey of discovery, my friend! Glad to read such a thoughtful poem this day, and who better than to stop by and take in the words of than you? Your imagination has returned to us as sharp as ever.

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much my traveling friend. I am glad you chose to visit me today. (you could send a post card) :) I appreciate you Sera.

[Emerald Seas]

Lol - I'm back home! NY was another one day turn around (why do I do this?) Dropped off the child and belongings, hit Ikea for dorm furniture, unloaded again, and then back on the road! Just a little tired.... :)

[Jack...]

Hey, I'll take a post card from Ikea.

Welcome home.

[Emerald Seas]

Ha - and I almost took a picture (in amazement of its location)! Thanks - still feel like I'm on a roller coaster with a not-too-comfortable ride... But it'll all sort out in due time :)

[Jack...]

Wtach out for that last drop...it's a doozy.

[Emerald Seas]

So I've been told ;-)
still too much going on...

[Jack...]

Well hopefully you find time to breathe soon, we miss you around here.

[Emerald Seas]

Thanks - will pop in when I can. I expect a lot of waves the next few months so I'm just gonna stay quiet until the dust settles :)

[Angel]

Oh, my...
You have such a marvelously unique way of looking at things, Jack...and your poetry helps us to see things in new and wnderful ways.
This is one of your very best, my friend.

[Jack...]

Angel, thank you so much for always making me feel special. I absolutely appreciate you and cherish our friendship.

[Angel]

You are special, Jack...and I also cherish our friendship.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Oh, this was fantastic, Jack. Your words are like a train...they always take me on the most fascinating journies. I love to "watch" your stories unfold in poetic form, and you just exude lavish language. Great wording and phrasing, and the flow was fantastic.

That pose, like a grandmother thinking, oh was she thinking
Perhaps contemplating a recipe for something sweet,
only to paint the minds of others with her form -- loved these lines...

Also, the last stanza, last line...brilliant.

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Sarah. Your words are my smiles, always.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

:) Always a pleasure.

[David Scott]

Your anxious visitation to the door was a high spot for me. I loved the imagination your showed in the comparisons. "That pose, like a grandmother thinking", is a thought we can all understand well yet it will make the poem feel personal to each of us. It was kind of like letting the reader have a place to sign there name and take this poem home.
One of my favorite poems from you Jack. I like it when you delve beyond the garden of amore. A beautiful exploration of art.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much David. Yeah sometimes when I find I am walking on a different path I am amazed at what I can see.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Jack you took a photograph and looked right through it and gave it eyes and purpose and a story of its own. Beautiful!

[Jack...]

Thanks so much John. It was a special photograph.