Annie Cordelia Adams

Rookie (14 August 1991 / Birmingham)

A Little Picture - Poem by Annie Cordelia Adams

A little picture, browned,
Had a tear on its edge
Where moth and rust
Plagued it away
Wherever was this picture found?
In an attic? Where dust collects?

A tiny picture, profound
In all measure, fledged
With beauty like gold dust
A blooming fleur bouquet
Like an old tea gown
It was tossed with willful neglect

It did, very much, astound
Those who pledged
Their direct trust
Who lived in that day
Who’s beauty it drank down
In honest respect, its object

An old memory found
In a river of images read
The old photo must,
Their very lives, convey
A time, awfully proud
And happy, and perfect

Comments about A Little Picture by Annie Cordelia Adams

  • Gold Star - 69,187 Points Gajanan Mishra (10/17/2015 10:10:00 PM)

    I feel happy, a perfect one, thanks. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 46,883 Points Edward Kofi Louis (10/17/2015 4:20:00 PM)

    In honest respect. Nice work. (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 2,990 Points Paul Reed (10/17/2015 12:17:00 PM)

    Old pictures can entrance (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 12,105 Points Anil Kumar Panda (10/17/2015 10:39:00 AM)

    Beautiful poetry. Liked it. (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 3,645 Points Jasbir Chatterjee (10/17/2015 2:11:00 AM)

    congrats on having this poem selected as 'Poem of the day! ' It's a beautiful poem. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 9 Points Luis Gil (9/6/2008 3:57:00 AM)

    The image held a message you needed to come across. A piece in the puzzle. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Kaye Cee (8/6/2008 3:55:00 PM)

    This is a fine poem. I loved your rhyme scheme. Although I can see why you need it, the word 'fledged' always has to do with birds and/or feathers. But my dictionary is old. Very good. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Lourdes Schopenhauer (7/28/2008 6:04:00 PM)

    Not only did I enjoy the imagery of this poem, but also the style and the words; who deserve being read out loud with slow pronunciation. The rhyme make the words as tasty and exciting as the journey you took us on. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 26 Points Rajaram Ramachandran (7/13/2008 7:38:00 PM)

    Always we find old is gold. Such old photos bring to our memory the thoughts afresh of those good old days. A poem well composed. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 14 Points Bonnie Collins (5/28/2008 9:44:00 PM)

    Filled with so much imagery that it actually brings the reader into someones attic with a haze between the cobwebs, and sun trying to shine in a dirty window with an old picture that has captured your heart... Absoluty one of the best I have heard in some time, this trully moved me dear...... EXCELLENT! ! ! A 10! ! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 65 Points Erhard Hans Josef Lang (4/25/2008 12:53:00 AM)

    Love it! Yes, I truly do, your little picture as your poem, too. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 5, 2008

Poem Edited: Saturday, February 9, 2008

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