Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Photo in Sepia



This is a monochrome memory
This is a blast from the past
Blurred by the passing of history
Faded by moving too fast.

This is a photo in sepia
This is the friends that we were
This is our once-private area
Hidden by tombstone and fir.

Tell me the cost of remembering
Tell me the price is too high
Under the trees that stand quivering
Over the grave where we lie.

image courtesy of Doug Shaver via Read Write Poem

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7 comments:

Michelle Johnson said...

I like this. There's strong connections to friendship even in death here. Well done.

Paul Oakley said...

Tell me the cost of remembering
Tell me the price is too high
Under the trees that stand quivering
Over the grave where we lie.


Nice!

Mark said...

How cool is that?

Derrick said...

A melancholy longing - but very enjoyable!

Wayne Pitchko said...

another good one..."over the grave where we lie"...very good

Bobbie said...

Flowy!! I ♥ flowy! Wonderful to read!! Great work!

Andy Bonjour said...

I just came across your blog. I like this one.