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demure101
demure101
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Old photographs, the static survey of
my parents' faded youth, no more than twice
the size of a large stamp – so small you'd need

a magnifying glass to see each face
in detail, though blown up too large they would
get fuzzy. It's a pity that there are

no captions in the album. Now and then
there is a face I recognise, a look
that seems familiar, but apart from those

it might have been a shop-bought souvenir,
nostalgic sepia. It tells a tale
with so much missing that my daughters can

not see much sense in conservation. Time
will wreck the pages, yet she's not unkind:
by then there won't be anyone who'd mind.

demure101
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Oldbear63Oldbear63about 10 years ago
Absolutely perfect, Demure

I think you have captured what old pictures evoke beautifully. When my family was home over the holidays we were looking at our old pictures and I wondered what would become of them. Your last lines made me feel much better!

P.S. Haven't been to the site for a while but Cleardaynow let me know you had some nice ones up. I am so glad that he did

greenmountaineergreenmountaineerabout 10 years ago
Beautiful, demure

No one can do blank verse as well as you. I don't myself that much anymore because it feels like I stretch the line too much. That's not the case here; it seems to flow so nicely.

The diction is superb, and the feeling of nostalgia comes across as genuine.

Ashesh9Ashesh9about 10 years ago
Welcome back Dem !! i laminate my old family photos to preserve them :

when I posted some on FB I was surprised @ the warmth & affectionate response they evoked !! high 5-ed .

CleardaynowCleardaynowabout 10 years ago
Superb

To read this and the other two after ‘The years’ – it is like you wait all day for a bus and then four of them come along. Again lovely flow, rhythm and imagery.

Again, the imagery develops to the ‘not unkindness’ of time making it two (or is it three) dimensional. Fabulous.

As a point of triviality, I did have a few of this sort of old family photos enlarged & they kept their detail remarkably well.

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