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.
So true...
ReplyDeleteYour photoshopping brings out her smile more!
ReplyDeleteSo true. I love what you did with the image. Perfect. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteyes, photos and flowers fade, but the memories remain
ReplyDeleteWe both had the same idea with the fading with age and memories. :^) Bravo!
ReplyDeletePhotos, time capsules of our lives. Nicely captured!
ReplyDeleteLovely poetry .. second stanza is especially beautiful.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful...
ReplyDeleteLove your pic...a dream, a ghost...perfect, and the words too!
ReplyDeleteWell shot!
ReplyDeleteSo true and well expressed.
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nicely done
ReplyDeleteAnd love's hunger sure can overwhelm! Enjoyed reading this poem.
ReplyDeletelove's hunger... a wonderful phrase
ReplyDeletewhen our desires out weigh our needs, lovely!
ReplyDeleteI 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
ReplyDeleteGreat piece Jinksy, from the title to the last line!
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