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December blows its frosty breath, ice flows downstream. Isn't ice white? This is so grey. Where is the beauty of yesteryear? Shouldn't the air be fresh? It's spoiled, tears spill, she takes out her Polaroid, click after click snap after snap and she vows she'll send them as good news of the progress of the countryside. Will he love her photos? Will he leave her then? Will she miss his sweet hot lips? She knows not. She sees the river bank, dead like a plate of grief, her tears spill more. The Polaroid works harder than before.

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Supraja Kannan

Date: 4/10/2024 10:20:00 PM

The Polaroid works harder than before... HOW TRUE!!!! loved reading this...

Eve Roper

Date: 4/9/2024 11:10:00 PM

Questions? Photos are meaningful remembrance of the past and day by day. Hugs

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 4/9/2024 12:48:00 PM

Imaginative way to compare photography to love, and the girl wishing to photograph better and better to win the man's love. An enjoyable poem

I Am Anaya

Date: 4/9/2024 12:36:00 PM

There's meaning in her passion, taking photos of the damned images in front of her is her legacy, how can he not love them?. Touching, Victor. warm wishes ~

Mike Gentile

Date: 4/9/2024 4:10:00 AM

When past is past, it seems never able to be totally recaptured. Your beautiful and contemplative lines seem to portray the pathos of searching for once lived beauty. A lovely poem Victor, full of feeling! A happy Tuesday to you!!

Tom Woody

Date: 4/8/2024 4:47:00 PM

Polaroid and Kodak. Seems like so long ago now. Photos from across the pond are welcome news

Evelyn Judy Buehler

Date: 4/8/2024 4:22:00 PM

The photos she took held traces of heartbreak. This is a touching, melancholy tale, with amazing imagery. Lovely work, Victor.

Sotto Poet

Date: 4/8/2024 3:28:00 PM

As you rightly pointed out, Victor, photos are like live thoughts. Your poetry vividly portrays the anguish that comes from looking back on love, both past and present.

Yann Rolland

Date: 4/8/2024 3:07:00 PM

photos can be precious and so talkative, this is a gracious meoment of poetry, i an a pretty good "photographer" say my friends thanks for the inspiration poet

Maria Fernandez-Garcia

Date: 4/8/2024 2:41:00 PM

Dreams of a past captured. Something missed than she tries to capture, am I wrong? Nice writing my dear Victor. xxx

Joseph May

Date: 4/8/2024 2:21:00 PM

She sends a snowy photo, Nicely penned

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 4/8/2024 10:45:00 AM

I feel like she has snapped… wow!

Hilda Greenhough

Date: 4/8/2024 8:56:00 AM

Sharing photos might be a 'safe' space for repairing a relationship. Talking about food is one I've used. I like the candid thoughts in this poem.

Joe Dimino

Date: 4/8/2024 7:54:00 AM

Yep, the camera is indeed only as good as its inventors. Happiness and being content are developments of the heart. True.

Tom Cunningham

Date: 4/8/2024 7:45:00 AM

They say the camera never lies Victor, hopefully he'll be impressed with her photos. Tom

Jan Allison

Date: 4/8/2024 7:11:00 AM

beautifully expressed and such a moving piece Victor:-) hugs jan xx

Daniel Henry Rodgers

Date: 4/8/2024 6:19:00 AM

Dear Victor, your poem is a stark picture of melancholy and uncertainty amidst the frosty landscape of winter. The imagery of ice flowing downstream and the muted colors of a grey day evoke a sense of desolation and longing. The protagonist's quest to capture fleeting moments of beauty with her Polaroid camera reflects a yearning for connection and affirmation. This is an evocative glimpse into the complexities of human emotion. Blessings, Daniel

Ink Empress

Date: 4/8/2024 5:38:00 AM

What an evocative write dear victor, i havent been active much here but to always read your poems whenever you post is truly a pleasure. I especially love the opening lines in this, how captivating! And soulfully moving! Brilliant write as always, you never fail to leave your readers engaged and in awe!

Vijay Pandit

Date: 4/8/2024 5:37:00 AM

Photos are living memories--as you so well describe, Victor. Reminiscing in past and present--your poem brings to fore the grief of love.

Silent One

Date: 4/8/2024 5:15:00 AM

Yes to all the questions and love does hurt when there is loss, deeply expressed with great emotion..

Sara Kendrick

Date: 4/8/2024 3:15:00 AM

Well, only he knows whether he likes her pictures or is he is the kind who will use the pictures to make fun of her. Thanks for sharing this very descriptive and expressive work with us. Creative lines. Your visit to my page was uplifting. Sara..What kind of birds are there in Malta..Sea birds? Sara K

Beryl Edmonds

Date: 4/8/2024 2:30:00 AM

The camera never lies, will he know of the tears she cried. The answer is blowing in December frosty breath. Enjoyed the read Victor… Beryl

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 4/8/2024 2:07:00 AM

- Where is the beauty of the past? - Shouldn't the air be fresh? - We'll never get that time back, Victor - Yes, it's really something to cry about... but tears don't change anything - A great poem - Have a lovely new week :) - hugs