Once Forgotten

Invercargill New Zealand 1905

still life now ageing
suspended on a brick wall
no names of value...
polished up the frame glitters
soon in meltdown for its gold.

 © Harry J Horsman 2019
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Dutta Avatar
October 4, 2019 at 1:59 AM
Brief message yet well penned. Blessing
Godwin Avatar
July 26, 2019 at 9:26 PM
You slammed it! I love it ... CayCay
Pandit Avatar
July 24, 2019 at 7:36 AM
A powerful write, Harry..message well delivered in just a few words!
Dietrich Avatar
July 23, 2019 at 7:07 PM
wow, in so few words, such a deep message.
Warrior Avatar
July 21, 2019 at 11:03 PM
Well crafted my friend...enjoyed it, Harry...sending poetic frames of gold...^WW^ :o)
Papyrus Avatar
July 21, 2019 at 8:37 AM
The amazing thing may be looking back and finding out you've touched more people along the way than you imagined. Golden memories will not tarnish. Executed well!
Proxenos Avatar
July 21, 2019 at 3:07 AM
No name of value ..... soon in melt down for its gold - sad that people and their memory fade and within a couple of generations are gone and forgotten - the returning men that fought in a world war brought an end to the era of prohibition! Knew nothing of this historical era, thank-you for the informative write. Hugs and blessings Jennifer.
Tams The Golden Girl Avatar
July 21, 2019 at 2:19 AM
The return of the fighting men from the second WW soon put an end to the dry spot. love it xx
Toney Avatar
July 20, 2019 at 11:32 PM
Nicely done, Harry. Another example of "...for the memory of them is forgotten." -Ecclesiastes 9:5 ~Mark
One Avatar
July 20, 2019 at 8:19 AM
Deep thoughts Harry..
May Avatar
July 19, 2019 at 3:24 PM
An intriguing write Harry, best wishes...
Michael Avatar
July 19, 2019 at 9:40 AM
Up to 1905 in this southern city, you had to seek out the keggers at hiding spots to get a glass of beer...
Lamoureux Avatar
July 19, 2019 at 9:20 AM
The things of the past that seemed so permanent are forgotten within a generation or two.
Kendrick Avatar
July 19, 2019 at 6:59 AM
Interesting work. That was a long time ago. Thanks for dropping by my page. Sara
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