Faded pictures of the past
turn to ash in my hands.
Memories of another time
crumble and die,
yet still cause aching pain.
Frozen in time,
I am a memory, too.
Shall I waste away,
fading into nothingness?
I'm just another picture,
a remembrance of another time,
tucked away for safekeeping.
Like a photograph,
I am frozen in time,
kept in one, solitary moment forever
as time continues around me.
Pictures fade,
they wither into dust
and become forgotten.
I am forgotten,
an image on a frail paper,
dying alone in the darkness.
Memories fade with age,
pictures fade with time,
and so I shall fade, too.
Destined to become
nothing but ash,
I will be blown away
by a chilling breeze,
no longer remembered.
Author notes
Things we lost in the fire.
A contest entry
- Things we lost in the fire... by Jai Guru Deva.
500 points, ended January 26, 2008, 85 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Misery Loves Company by Danna Hobart.
375 points, ended October 16, 2007, 30 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Critique?
Comments
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You were able to relay your message well, and artfully.
The descriptions were beautiful and created good imagery. And sensory reaction:
Destined to become
nothing but ash,
I will be blown away
by a chilling breeze,
no longer remembered.
It may have just been my AC kicking on, but I felt the ending
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Totally beautiful that hits a spot inside of me where I can see, feel and hurt in this way too. When you reach your autumn years and the memories of long ago are all that you find left that are good, now is nothing and the future is just more of the same. So very well done.
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"Frozen in time,
I am a memory, too..." these lines were truly remarkable...your poem was filled with lines that evoke sad yet heartfelt emotions...wonderfully done!!!
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this is beautifully written with such a beautiful depth and feeling to it
well done and congratulations on the honary
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Wow, this is a very chilling poem! I love how everything circled around memories and photographs. Thank you so much for sharing.
Always,
Cassie
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amazing! this poem has like a bizillion brilliant lines. i would copy and paste all the ones i like ^_^ but it would be like the whole poem
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Awww, sorry about the fire.
It made me think of photos that belonged to my grandmother. I was looking at them a few weeks ago, and I did not know who the people were. She didn't write on the back of them. Those people are probably all dead now, so I will never know their names. They are just faces in black and white photos.
Thanks for entering. -
the images of a fading photograph and the ashes combine together perfectly...good job
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I absolutely love this poem.
Judging by the background, I think I've stumbled onto a few of your other poems in the past and loved them too.
I am in love with the fading photograph analogy. I've used it many times in my day. Thank you ever so much for your brilliant entry.
Good job and good luck.
All my love, DxD
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