JC Brul Poet Free verse

Old Photographs

old photographs~
faded and creased
my grandma's treasure
inside an embroidered album
where memories are etched
upon each page

printed in grayscale
those filmed-captured
by a vintage camera
vivid were  memories 
despite decades that passed~
my first smile...
my first crawl...
my first walk...
sweet reminiscence 
of a first-born granddaughter ~

So much loved...
So much treasured...

grayscale transformed
into colored outputs
as it captured 
the highlights of school life:
me and my grandparents 
smiling faces 
gold medals in my neck
graduation day~

as I turn another page
I see a dried leaf...
teardrops fall.



12 April 2022

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Susan Ashley September 9, 2022 at 8:03 PM Dear JCB, the poignant power of your pen captures my heart’s imagination. So beautifully expressive and impressive. Your last three lines a potent and exquisite finale to a splendid piece. Warmest wishes, my wonderful friend.. ~Susan

Connie Marcum Wong April 27, 2022 at 2:30 AM I have always cherished photographs for I don’t have many taken in my youth with my grand father. I never got to meet my grandmothers. From what I have heard about them I know I would have loved them. Your lovely poem moved me deeply. Blessings xxoo

Panagiota Romios April 17, 2022 at 11:28 AM Lovely write, many can relate to. Letters to my parents. Such treasures. Photos from the 1800's too" Any only child, tons of memories. I found a card from my Grandpa when I was one? Yes, teardrops fall. Me, too. I was so blessed. It would be great, to go back in time. Huge albums of photos. ~~ Panagiota~~

Ann Foster April 17, 2022 at 9:08 AM I have found many pressed flowers, some real and tangible... others left behind in my mind by friends. I loved your poem. Well done. Ann

Jennifer Proxenos April 16, 2022 at 12:36 PM Memories can be sad or make us glad, they bring back a person or an era - my husband has digitized all our photos but i rarely go on line to see them, albums however get dusty and take up space. Therefore, I have put all our old photos into three big tupper ware containers, and we often reminisce our way through them. Enjoyed this poem, a fave. Hugs and blessings Jennifer.

Eve Roper April 13, 2022 at 5:01 PM lovely treasures , I love the black and white... nice write. Blessings my friend and Happy Easter

Sam Kauffman April 13, 2022 at 9:32 AM Just so lovely, charming and evocative JCB. I, too, am the first-born grandchild. And I treasure every photograph that pinpoints moments in my life. There is such a haunting sweetness conveyed in your lines. I am so glad I came upon this lovely gem. Blessings! Happy Easter.

Kim Rodrigues April 13, 2022 at 9:28 AM A beautiful write! Reminiscing brings tears!

Valsa George April 13, 2022 at 9:10 AM An album is a casket of memories ! It is so very interesting to watch our own childhood photos ! Being the first one in the family, you were adored and pampered ! Lucky girl ! I can imagine your grandma's pride in having a smart, beautiful grand daughter!