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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Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Photo in Sepia
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7 comments:
I like this. There's strong connections to friendship even in death here. Well done.
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!
How cool is that?
A melancholy longing - but very enjoyable!
another good one..."over the grave where we lie"...very good
Flowy!! I ♥ flowy! Wonderful to read!! Great work!
I just came across your blog. I like this one.
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