Saturday, August 23, 2008

The old photograph

A frozen point in infinity
The lifeless flower’s vanity
And the ever-smiling faces’
Arrested moments fading.

Left behind to stand, constant
Many left the scene, hesitant
Pointless images, Irrelevant
Showcase of absurd life, transient

Strange faces near stained vases
Stagnant shadows and rigid gazes
The eyes forever waiting
Wistfully anticipating

Black distorting the white
Like the night the day
The child’s innocence, sweet
Like an eternal pretense’s sheet.
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Cindy Gray said...

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Michaela said...

Wow. That's incredible! What a beautiful poem. My mouth was practically watering over those words. Good job!