What oracle speaks
from fading family photographs?
Even the handsome man
with a small dark bow tie,
his blond moustache
combed and curled,
has enigmatic eyes.
Who stands next to whom?
Who touches the loved one,
as if she or he would fly away
in a wind so unexpected
that stories need to be invented?
Generations later, what memories
do we breathe in,
what histories do we invent?
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loved the line "what histories do we invent" - beautiful!
ReplyDelete"Who touches the loved one,
ReplyDeleteas if she or he would fly away
in a wind so unexpected
that stories need to be invented?"
my favorite verse. very well done.
nice work here. nice writing
ReplyDeleteamazing stories a photo can speak so many words...
ReplyDeleteWhen I look at old family photos I desperately want to get inside them and have a chat. I loved it.
ReplyDeleteAh, this is wonderful!
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