on considering a photo of an old friend

your picture in my album is you

but the image is not you

not the you I knew so well

the smiling esprit sardonique

whose rapier thrusts and ripostes

flew above the heads of dullest ears

who laughed without knowing

smiled without understanding

saw you without seeing.

and thought they knew you

 

some wanted to own you

they dared not say so.

 

the photo  - a half-smiling you

or are you frowning

lips pressed, hair blowing

one eye covered, one eye showing,

 

I wonder what it saw

beyond the fields,

beyond the glowering sky

beyond, into, maybe, eternity

 

that single penetrating eye

still pierces to my soul

 

did the cameraman turn

ashamed as they perceived

their nakedness writ in your eyes

was it love they saw there

or hate

joy or anger

 

did you sit together

and take out tobacco

to make a cigarette to share

or open beers

 

did you make promises

unkept

vows soon broken

 

a thousand questions

lie behind this battered

treasured picture

a thousand riddles

remain unsolved

 

where are you now ?

 

◄ (a) broken home

a life frozen by a moment of time ►

Comments

Rick

Mon 4th May 2020 14:14

Thanks, MC it is about my latest muse with whom I am deeply in platonic love 😃

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M.C. Newberry

Mon 4th May 2020 14:04

A theme that resonates with the familiarity of shared experience.
A vivid vignette of what was or what might have been; full of curiosity
that lingers on.

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