"Life is the dancer and you are the dance."
Eckhart Tolle

Saturday, August 28, 2010

photos writers island #18 if only

I retrieve you from the cardboard box stored away for many years.

On the oak surface, I spread out glossy prints.

I examine each smile, each hug, vibrant colour is a persistent ache.

My hands wander from one to the next, as I touch the smooth

surface of memories poised in my mind. I hear the sound of an

ambulance passing by and repeat to myself 'button, button who’s

got the button' a phrase from childhood. Things that are missed

and sometimes forgotten. Memories are all we have to hold on to.

I place you back in your paper tomb, until we can be together again.

On our oak surface. If only in my mind.

18 comments:

  1. Pamela, this is a very touching poem, and the sentiment resonates with me. I do this sometime with old photos too. Actually I have scanned some and have them available on my computer, so I don't have to go to the box.

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  2. Photos and memories!! Nice work, very evocative. You put great thought into this.
    SC

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  3. A deep thinking look back. Nicely done.

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  4. Poignant and gentle. I love how you start with "I retrieve you from the cardboard box".

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  5. My favorite line... "memories are all we have to hold on to"... That is so true. A very heartrending poem, Pamela.

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  6. Sad and endearing; I could feel the pain and beauty~

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  7. Beautifully written, the sadness conceal within had been revealed, within sadness, there is happiness somewhere=D

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  8. Excellent writing, never over the top. The grief was palpable. Thank you for sharing.

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  9. Great and touching piece heartbreaking if there are only memories to hold on
    I love your blogheader as well b.t.w.

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  10. Thanks everyone for all the nice comments!
    Pamela

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  11. wel I do not like paper tombs...but i really like paper tombs in poems...and this is goooood Pam....as I go through boxes of old family pics for my daughters...with tears at times...happy trails

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  12. Better to have happy memories rather than regrets.

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  13. Thanks Wayne and have a happy week!
    Pamela

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  14. very nicely written, the sadness and heartbreak are there, but as if mellowed by time - I really like how that comes through. Love this line:

    vibrant colour is a persistent ache

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  15. Thanks so much for the nice comment!
    Pamela

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