Pictures, Photographs,what do they tell? Stories maybe … they seem so far
there’s your baby ... my first car
Flat and shinny, old and square ;Photograph a past affair
so familiar, not the truth
that wasn’t me! , That’s not my youth!
funeral wake, the past and gone
their body there , … but who can say
a lonely room , a hollow grave
cold and empty, white and pale
photograph it, just as well
Image Source. Made From Beautiful Public Domain Photographs.
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I'm a musician & artist based in Texas. I get tired of the o'l routine and let off some steem with a poem now and then. Follow me @ezravan . Resteem if you so feel lead, upvote if the stars align. Check out some of my other stuff The Cosmic Creative & In The Studio or another poem - to shame the loneiness life asked me to dance