A classical photo album (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
These photos are my captured moments
Recollections of you, they flicker
in and out of view like a silent movie reel and I follow their lead by emotion and I feel so much that the memories arising are uncertain and unclear
I try to keep us in these captured moments
as back then I tried to keep us so
And from these pictures dreams may follow and new flowers grow, and blossom in the crevices
of my aging heart
And I wonder if you keep them too, such captured moments
Any photos or mementos of our time, as though to say
it really mattered, every night and day, and if so over time
do they age well as vintage wine, or have they withered
on the vine, so long ago?
© Helen Valentina 2013 All Rights Reserved
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There is always a sadness about old photos. Often that is the dilemma isn’t are they kept, and if kept the inference is they must mean something. Good poem Helen, and I like the ideas you raise within it. I ask myself that same question. In many cases I haven’t.
Thanks Michael!! 🙂 🙂
Oh, but without those photos those special times, places and faces would not linger in our hearts and memories so. Beautiful.
Thanks Ionia!! 🙂 🙂
Beautiful writing.
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂
This was so touching. I find it hard sometimes to look at photos. It makes time seem so fleeting, but I do know there is such value in it. Well come, Sis!!! 🙂
Thanks so much Sis!! 🙂 🙂 xxx
it can be so hard to see things from the past, i have photos i find very hard to look at but then i would never let them wither on the vine as they are a part of who i am. great poem
Thank you!! 🙂 🙂