Those smiling memories, shared with love,
Trapped in photographs, never to return,
Buried somewhere beneath the skin,
In our minds, our hearts, lays that same cheer,
Walls of fear, cages of pain and distrust,
Surround us.
It’s not a prayer, it’s not a wish, it’s a plead,
For us all to be overwhelmed with static grins,
We clasp our hands together, eyes shut,
Deep breaths, pale lips pursed as we kneel,
Here comes the hope, filling us for a second,
One moment.
And then we fall, in a sea of disappointment,
Those glimmering images, trace through minds,
We squirm, scream, cry as we come to realise,
They were our dreams, fantasises acted out,
Looking into our eyes, we see tears and pain,
Not the smiles that mask our drained faces.
It was all a lie, to give that false fulfilment.
Those fake photographs born to taunt us.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Intriguing interpretation of portraiture. I do think that some photographers have the courage and talent to capture true emotion and character, but many photographs are just a bad front. "We clasp our hands together, eyes shut,
Deep breaths, pale lips pursed as we kneel,
Here comes the hope, filling us for a second,
One moment." Very thought provoking and visually powerful part.
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oOo. I love this poem. I love the way you describe it!!! Great job!
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