Saturday, September 25, 2010

If I could move the frame of a photo,
Slip it sideways,
Stretch the white lines so that I could see more.
Maybe then the memory would come into focus.
The hazy lights that accompanied that night
Would brighten with the flash
And impulses wouldn’t seem so
Impulsive
Anymore.
But the wooden frame that held
Us together
For so long,
Has now crucified us
As we are nailed to the post
By the angle of the photo.
Maybe if I could just
Stretch my heart back
Into focus as well.
Reign it in from out of the shot,
A palpable heart of
Blood and beating,
Beating,
Beating,
Still beating.

3 comments:

  1. Great development in this poem, taking a photo to the extreme. Good images and good rhythms.

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  2. Some sadness here for sure, the use of the picture the say you did was original and cool. I love the last 4 lines. Great job.

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  3. I love this, it really speaks to me.

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