Hand Bound Cherry Blossom Photo Album (Photo credit: Krissy and Dennis)
These pictures of you
Are tattered by time
I hide from their view
Then surrender sublime
I’ll say I forsake them
I’ll say I forget
But these pictures of you
Are haunting me yet
I’ve lived through three lifetimes
Or so it may seem
Since the times they portray
Were part of my dreams
I should cast from my heart
These remembrances of you
But I cannot release
These last pictures of you
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
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How do you do it, Helen? Your poems are so stirring, breathtaking, and true. Excellent work!
Thanks so much Briana, that is very kind! 🙂
Great poem Sis. Only three lifetimes? Girl we gotta talk… LOL
LOL! Thanks so much Sis!!! xxx 🙂 🙂
I keep pictures of my several lifetimes in boxes duct taped shut. I cannot throw them out and I cannot look at them.
Ah, the way we keep our past, it’s a fascinating and so individual thing! Thanks for sharing! 🙂 🙂
attachments
to a
haunting past
~
creaky
stirrings rustling
the attic
Perfect! Thank you!! 🙂
mine are stashed away in a trunk along with old love letters form past loves that I can’t bear to get rid of even though I got rid of their authors. 🙂
Beautifully written.
Thank you so much!! 🙂 🙂