Sunday, November 10

Love In Print

The camera clicks,
and a memory is caught,
encapsulated
for ever in a moment
of time that's already passed.

And this photo thrives -
until sunlight fades the print,
turns the edges brown
as a dying rose petal
whose life force has been sucked dry.

But inside our minds,
images remain alive,
secure, unchanging,
and ready to sustain us
when love's hunger overwhelms.

From an original negative by Degas, as chosen by Tess for her Mag 193.

17 comments:

  1. Your photoshopping brings out her smile more!

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  2. So true. I love what you did with the image. Perfect. Thank you.

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  3. yes, photos and flowers fade, but the memories remain

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  4. We both had the same idea with the fading with age and memories. :^) Bravo!

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  5. Photos, time capsules of our lives. Nicely captured!

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  6. Lovely poetry .. second stanza is especially beautiful.

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  7. Love your pic...a dream, a ghost...perfect, and the words too!

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  8. So true and well expressed.

    =)

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  9. And love's hunger sure can overwhelm! Enjoyed reading this poem.

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  10. love's hunger... a wonderful phrase

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  11. when our desires out weigh our needs, lovely!

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  12. I suppose thats why they call it the image - ination, magic, magician , was it Freud first pointed out that the unconscious thinks in images ? Cheers Jinksy

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  13. Great piece Jinksy, from the title to the last line!

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