Hourglass 02 of 07
Scrapbook Dust
Sit by the fire
and let's talk
just you and I
of days long gone by
mouldering in a scrapbook
until we dust the memories off
and they spring up once more
like some jack-in-the-box
alive before our eyes
as if they'd never gone
and while we speak of them
they are sparkling clean and fresh
with all the years just rolled away
as if time had merely never been
but then, alas, my friend
when you and I
go our separate ways
what we just did becomes
a ghost also to be tucked away
in the dusty scrapbook
of once upon a time
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000 Seasons - Table of Contents (for hyperlinks to more poems)
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Comments: 31
And every day one can make more of them.
In fact, this was an extraordinary use of words and images, when you consider the literal visual impact that this work presents. I have never seen a poem so carefully structured to create an exact visual pattern from its actual printing. Is this a new form of poetry?
Vegemite made me do it. LOL
And thank you for your kind comment.
Love and Light to you.
Peace and Light to you.
Thank you for sharing my dear friend
Much love and light to you.
This wonderful poem took me back to the times my mother would bring out her black and white photos, there was no television, and those times with her, hold special meaning for me today. I love the form and flow of this poem Magi ,it held very clear and powerful imagery for me. Take care.
Darcey D.
I am pondering this carefully wrought view of how the past reorders our sense of spontaneity in the Now.
Thank you, as well, Magi. This is one of those subjects (presented so well by you) which can help others look at things a little differently. Thinking outside the box is always a good thing.