rummage fruitlessly
in the battered suitcase
of friendship's snapshots
to dispel the dreams
of other nights
hold fond faded image
squint for closer look
but it's distant now
lost erased gone
hold a mirror instead
how did this happen?
with no bookmark
my place was lost
musty speckled pages
flicked through misplaced story
sinews work to hold up
the holed body
poet's words in spatters
on the wall
a death so slow
cherished images
in your bin of life
thrown carelessly
there is my face
let go by unbound heart
Author notes
'Cressida' - must stop listening to Richard Thompson
Written June 6th, 2006
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Wow, I really enjoyed this! It has such an amazing flow, like lyrics.
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how ever did you happen upon this old suitcase of mine??! Glad you enjoyed rummaging fruitlessly. Have a fantastic 08 and may you have everything you wish for. xx chills xx
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Thanks MH - same man - same topic - time I changed the record....... no?!
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This is a good write. i love the imagery it creates.
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Pollycheck - thank you so much for your comment - I'm glad you enjoyed this. It hurt a bit to write. x d
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AS was said before, the Title is really good, especially matchignt he backround.
But I would like to applaud your opening stanza. It was fantastic. It caught me and pulle me into the pome, which I foudn was very very good.
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This is a beautifully written poem.
rummage fruitlessly
in the battered suitcase
of friendship's snapshots
to dispel the dreams
of other nights
the imagaery in the above stanza is outstanding. What a way to start a poem. And then you end with:
cherished images
in your bin of life
thrown carelessly
there is my face
let go by unbound heart
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I had to click on this since I had just written a poen for an assignment given the color sepia as inspiration not a bad write sad in all its images well done
love and light
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Very Nice
Nice work ... I enjoyed it very much. A great topic to write about... -
great job, it's unsettling to look at photos for brief glimpses at the past just to realize that most of the memory has faded.
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Well now. That was pretty good! I like it!
I clicked on it because of the title. The background for this piece is pretty cool too! And I like that way that this poem if formatted. The words seem very concise and like each line just kind of flows into the next one. And so it works like a rope to just keep pulling your reader down to the very last line. Which is a good thing right? So I think that you did a good job of expressing yourself here. And thanks for featuring this so that we all had a chance to share your words and feelings with you today!
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Keith - reference to 'cressida' is a song by Richard Thompson on the album 'front parlour ballards' - it makes me sob. Always greeeeeeetin me eh? xxx he is more poetic in this song that I could ever be:
Love that holds its breath for fear
of scaring love away
I rush my lines
I care too deeply
O will she keep me
For idle games
I raise my eyes to see her there
Shining in a daydream
I raise my eyes
I see too much
I know her touch
What her touch would mean
I stare into
I stare into
The dying flames
Edited on Jun 06, 6:50 p.m. because ''. -
WOW, this is wonderfiul Deb!!!
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these are quite new images - but otherwise you are spot on.... x
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Very bleak stuff. Dinnae ken the Cressida reference. If it's anything like Troilus and Cressida, by good old Bill Shakespeare, then it'll no' be awfy happy, I think. Shakespeare called it a comedy, but it never made me laugh out loud! To quote Achilles:
Come, tie his body to my horse's tail;
Along the field I will the Trojan trail.
Aye, these Greeks got their laughs in strange ways. Anyway, the poem's nicely put together. We've all got to have our sepia moments, God knows. Best Wishes. Get out in the sunshine!
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how strange and unsettling to look at old photos and letters like an echo or a fleeting glimpse of something not quite there... unsettling because I think it reminds us that nothing is forever... we all fade... beautiful poem, chilli lady love it x
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Thank you Mother Angst (like you name - I could almost covet that for myself..!) x
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haunting
this is a haunting poem filled with sad yet true images. keep writing;i look forward to reading more of your work!
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