INGRAINED

02 09 14

Ingrained in every last tomorrow

you have been and will be

but in the flame

fueled recession

of tonight

you stand grainy

but gleaming

 

I'm here too

standing next to you

gleaming

but grainy

 

Cinnamon and sugar

bump a chuckle

out of my poetic

wad of non-fiction

errands

 

Every last tomorrow

 

Some seep

out of vision like

a little lake from

a broken dam

Others seep into now

like a model worker

punching in early

 

Now is alive

and it's real as a dream

while asleep

 

Cinnamon and sugar

dance in a puff

inside my palm

Let the souring colours

do their worst

I can administer

enflamings of your being

through my fingertips

 

What you said

is the mere vehicle

of your remembered voice

What you are is an angel's

seashell reminder

of what a mind can do with a photograph

 

How did I not realize a photo is a hand-held angel?

Author's Note

Reviews

[Traci]

A very soulful, personal write. Love the last stanza and your closing line. Photographs are exactly that...a hand-held angel. They grant us peace, comfort, and stir our imaginations. Without photographs and memories there would be no growth, no reminders, no keepsakes. Brilliant writing, Steve.

[kublakhan27]

Thanks so much my dear friend...it is indeed a personal write, for another dear friend who is hurting. Photographs will never replace the real thing of course, but they are the greatest source of comfort, and they keep spirits alive. Thank you as always Traci, for your friendship, love and support...all the best to you.

[Ayvid N]

Ingrained...a word...a memory.... We never stop replaying those memories and their sheen last till we last.

What you said
is the mere vehicle
of your remembered voice
What you are is an angel's
seashell reminder
of what a mind can do with a photograph

And a photo can then become a lifeline, one that takes us back to the past that was a dream and that Angel who is now just an image, an echo of the dreamed that was once lived.

I avoid looking at photos. For some reason they make me very melancholic. It kills me. So I appreciate your sensitivity and love in doing so, all the more.

[kublakhan27]

I think photos are like that for everyone...as hard as they are to look at, I feel the necessity to do so on occasion or I'll feel totally alienated. This is certainly a personal piece so I'm very glad that you enjoyed it, thank you Divya :)

[Ayvid N]

You are welcome :)

[dw817]

⊰ℛℛ⊱
Incredibly, professionally, indelibly, and impressionably good poem !
You used some lovely picturesque words in this and it played out like a song.
Nicely done, Steve !

[kublakhan27]

So glad you enjoyed it my friend, thanks very much :)

[dw817]

UBetcha !

[ms. barrie]

This has to be one of my favorites on here, Mr. Steve. Your poetry
Never fails to captivate one's imagination, your words linger in the soul.

Your choice of words in every stanza & how you used them is
Quite astonishing! Such sweet, yet haunting memories visiting,
You brilliantly conveyed in this piece, just stunning!

Thanks for sharing :)

[kublakhan27]

Thanks so much Miss Barrie, I'm glad that I could captivate you with my words :) I was pretty meticulous with this one...it's obviously a personal and mournful piece so I wanted to make sure I got it right. Your support and kind words make it all worthwhile my friend, I can't thank you enough :)

[ms. barrie]

You're very welcome, Steve..the pleasure was all mine to read :)

And likewise, my friend! Pen on and take care :))

[Angel]

Sweet, sweet memories...grainy with time...
Blessed by an angel's kisses...
Blessed by an angel's tears.

[kublakhan27]

Well said Angel, so glad you enjoyed this one.

[Angel]

I truly did, my friend.
Write on.....

[Rita L. Sev]

Cinnamon and sugar... memories both sweet and full of spice, dissolving in the little lake of time... How lucky to have known this angel... how harsh that she is reduced to only two dimensions... Steve, your poems always captivate my thoughts.

[kublakhan27]

Truth be told, there is an angel that hovers over many of my works...so glad I was able to speak to you on a deep level Rita, thank you :)

[Pryde Foltz]

What you said
is the mere vehicle
of your remembered voice
What you are is an angel's
seashell reminder
of what a mind can do with a photograph

How did I not realize a photo is a hand-held angel?

Wonderful expressive work. Steve.

[kublakhan27]

Glad you enjoyed it Pryde, thank you.

[Jack...]

Steve you have whipped up a sweet delight in this magical piece. I love how I was carried through this with a sugary offering only to come to the end and find I was staring at something altogether different than what I pictured. Very cool indeed...a little sweetness never hurts anyone as it developes.

[kublakhan27]

Thanks so much Jack. This one kind of wrote itself, it was an emotional odyssey for sure...I'm happy that it resonated so deeply with you.

[Renée]

I am not a professional..but I love poetry. I read this in out loud in the quiet of the house.. and it a lovely piece of work.. Tender, with the right amount of sweet remembrance.. Absolutely lovely !

[kublakhan27]

Thank you so much Renee, that means a lot :)

[Renée]

A pleasure to read..I look forward to reading more of your work. ( :

[Lyn Anderson]

a lovely metaphor and a thoughtful verse.

[kublakhan27]

Glad you enjoyed it KL, thank you.