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

[SyberRose]

this conjured an eerie mysterious atmosphere...I know I was thrilled when I found
pictures of my relatives from long ago on the internet...I had them sitting around the house for a while but then took them down because there was an aura of morbidness in the room..ha...enjoyed Jack

[Jack...]

Thank you so much Rose. I always appreciate you stopping by.

[Frieda P]

Engaging read Jack, I love the story behind the photograph, makes you want to know more.

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

Love this verse, it reminds me of young love's anticipation, enchanting.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Frieda. It's funny how when you have only a photograph how the mind can wander.

[Frieda P]

That's the mystique of photo's I guess, they hold memories and questions also.

[Jack...]

And very often, beauty.

[Traci]

Your words tell a beautiful story, capturing lovely emotions and imagery in each line.

"melodic in patterns of fine tapestry dreams" ....love this!

"It was merely a picture, yet it was so much more."
always so much more. A picture is truly worth a thousand words. Much like poetry and other forms of art it can be interpreted in many different ways. You truly have seen the beauty in this photograph as I have seen the beauty in your words. Lovely Jack, simply one of your best, my friend. Added to my library :)

[Jack...]

Traci, I am honored, thank you so much. I never know how these poems will be accepted when I write them, I hope people enjoy them for each one holds a very special meaning to me. Your kindness is truely appreciated.

[Emily B]

there is a historic mansion in lexington that i sometimes spend an afternoon in, i always stop by the portrait of she who resided there to thank her for her generous hospitality, i think it is why i get invited back again

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Emily. That is very cool, I love old houses and the history that lives in them.

[shallimarRose]

Jack this is so very beautiful.. "melodic in patterns of fine tapestry dreams" Every line just flowing effortlessly.. xo Rose

[Jack...]

Thank you so much Rose. I always appreciate your kind words.

[shallimarRose]

Strange really because I see nothing in the picture.. but it brought this out in you? just WOW!

[Jack...]

it is all in what the mind's eye sees.

[shallimarRose]

well I would like to spend about a week looking through yours.. hehehe

[Jack...]

It might get scary at times

[shallimarRose]

oh but the other times... ;)

[Sami Khalil]

"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, "
A great imagination in this write Jack a face staring at you from a picture talking and a lot going on while you are on your keyboard ...A splendid one...I like the font too...:)

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Sami. I appreciate your kind words.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)

[Rita L. Sev]

You tell a fascinating story in this piece, Jack. This is the epitome of showing not only action, but emotion. When I finished reading, I wanted there to be more... Well penned, my friend!

[Jack...]

Thanks so much my good friend.

[wynn]

This poems stops you, pulls you in and enchants you, capturing you in the story until it delivers you to a steady halt. Very well written. Thanks for sharing.

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much for visiting and leaving such kind words for me.