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Just a sporadic writer who drinks too much tea


April 30, 2020


sometimes I think she feels most at home
among old photographs. delicate
monochrome smiles, faded skin,
furling gently at the edges, soft and worn
from years of thumbprints
and passing about crowded rooms
swelled with laughter. a lifetime of being
held to the light or slipped
into wallets, however welcome,
cannot help but erode the gloss
just a little.

sometimes I think this is where
she most wants to be:
nestled in her favourite chair,
admired and untouchable,
beauty bled into tranquil ink
and a smile that cannot ever
be broken again.
Escapril Day 29 - Monochrome


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  • thisiswhoiam

    Your poem is lovely, it feels kind of cosy and warm. It reminded me of this poem: https://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poem/some-old-photographs/

    7 months ago