Picture Perfect

thoughts drift back to us
the happy times laughter filled
smiling blue eyes sparkling, mischievous,
the tickle of your beard 
but that was long ago

I found our pictures
hidden face down, buried,
beneath bits of memory
small gifts of love

there was love
short-lived, brilliant
blossoming unexpectedly again

aged love
banked fires

handfasted
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Davis Avatar
November 27, 2013 at 7:25 PM
Debbie Pictures can bring back so many feelings and memories from our past. Sometimes bad, hopefully more good. I can feel the emotion pouring out of you. Nice job
Davis Avatar
November 27, 2013 at 7:25 PM
Thanks for the helpful and sweet comment on my Life's Sad Pit poem
Dietrich Avatar
July 31, 2013 at 1:52 PM
gosh, Deb. I am just swamped with work these days. If I rewrote that poem, I would have to change so many things about it!! I hope you are not too disappointed with the original. At least I did not name him!!
Dietrich Avatar
July 31, 2013 at 8:59 AM
I think you are describing someone very special from your life. Wonder what happened with him!! I'm gonna go check out the rules of this form again just to be sure. Luv, andrea
Van Breda Avatar
July 31, 2013 at 7:38 AM
Lovely. Yes.. we all have those deeply buried memories of past love, pictures a will bring those feelings right to the surface again.
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