Flipping through his personal album,
now taken new ownership,
she lets a tear fall
wondering about all
those prompt photographers
capturing last moments
of her son.
Oh! there were precious moments of her,
in amusing poses…
- practice sessions they’d call it!
She smiles, wiping a tear
as she turns his seasons,
and flips his flamingoes in flight,
savours fruits that adorned
the pages of nature,
and feels the warmth from his
sunrise glow…
Then the pages
just seem to stop from turning…
“That’s his life,
he always wanted to be a photographer” she says,
turning the last page…
empty.
A contest entry
- Photograph.... by kiwigirljacks.
700 points, ended December 1, 2008, 19 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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So sad! I believe it is one of the saddest things to do is look through someone's albums after they have passed... hopefully in time they become a comfort rather than a reminder of life cut short!
Excellent take!
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very well written. i was pulled into this story from the start. its a fine line between story telling poetry and short stories, your balance is awesome! you told a very good story while keeping it in poetic form. im always glad to come by and see your work, well done!
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