After Image Poem by gershon hepner
After Image
What’s absent in the picture counts
as much as what is present and portrayed.
Like unvoiced words we can’t pronounce,
its lasting after-image does not fade,
but lingers, echo of a murmur
whose source is so obscure you start to wonder,
“Does it belong to terra firma,
or heaven, like the lightning after thunder? ”
What’s missing may leave traces after
the fading image of the photograph
has disappeared, like sounds of laughter
recalled when we are sad though we can’t laugh.
(8/15/01,5/2/07)
wow........i loved this one...........hats off! ! i will be back to read more....there is so much iam like a child excited at finding a treasure! !
Nicely done. It flows very well and 'but leaves, like words you can’t pronounce' was a solid line. Ten out of ten on this one! -Michael
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
4/26/2024 4:02:53 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A thought provoking write, I like the first two lines; What’s absent in the picture counts as much as what is present and portrayed. best regards, jdh