Daver Austin Poet Tanka

Photographs

PHOTOGRAPHS

Our old photographs –
Hundreds are sitting around
In dust-free drawers
Unlike poor Dorian Gray
The faces    places    don’t change

The photographers –
Wife and I are old and gray
Waiting for the day
When relatives take over
We    reborn    stir in our graves

Let’s hope there are smiles
When those envelopes open
Wrinkled faces gone
Memories of youthful days
Our ghostly presence    new dawn

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Michelle Mac Donald April 28, 2011 at 8:09 AM Oh, I hope you'll find "The Old Chest"...I'd love to read it! This reminds me of an old chest, though the faces will be the ones who will speak. Very clever write, Daver! So wishing you the best!! Love, Mikki

April 24, 2011 at 12:49 PM What an insightful poem. So much depth for the reader to explore. Good use of imagery. Thank you for sharing this poem with us. Happy Easter! Karen

Kyle Carlson April 24, 2011 at 8:28 AM that's...that's amazing

Andrea Dietrich April 23, 2011 at 5:25 PM wonderful nostalgia and future reminiscing. Love it,Daver!!

Kabuteng P.Ink K. April 22, 2011 at 4:50 PM Really enjoyed this one Daver and I do think there would be wonderful smiles when those envelopes are opened :) Happy Easter hugs to you :D

James Peranteau April 22, 2011 at 12:05 PM Hey Mr. Dave....fine write here dear poet ! Don't forget to add these fine writes of yours to those photos envelopes...the smiles will, I'm positive, increase ! Have a great weekend my friend...much love, james

James Foulk April 22, 2011 at 10:54 AM very nice Daver, really liked this one, real creative, i know i over use that word, but this is creative and well written.