A photograph is nothing but a slice
of life in frozen time. I could devour
it. Feast of memory. The spice:
a photograph. It’s nothing but a slice
of paper, just an empty dead device.
Without the memory of that living hour,
a photograph is nothing. But a slice
of life in frozen time, I could devour.
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Friday, April 04, 2008
Frozen Slice
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9 comments:
Oh .. I love this!
Why I just wrote a piece using the "moment frozen in time" words but meaning exactly opposite your writing! I love how differently we all see the world. Regardless your writing was top-notch fierce and raw! Great post.
You never disappoint! I have often described photos and poems as being frozen moments in time - as compared to moving pictures (video or movies) and narrative.
that was wonderful...
so true.
I like this line: "a slice
of life in frozen time"
Great work. Milou:-)
"Feast of memory." You have a way of capturing sentiments of so many things. This is my favorite poem so far of yours.
Beautifully written. I was beginning to disagree with
A photograph is nothing but a slice
of life in frozen time
Then I read
Without the memory of that living hour,
a photograph is nothing
very true!
Gloriously descriptive and moving!
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