Neal Beightol

Gold Star - 7,183 Points (1996 / Jamestown, NY)

Memories - Poem by Neal Beightol

candid photographs from the past
lie unobtrusively in the drawer
of my desk. First drawer
on the right.
Like pieces of my life
A small stack, quiet
In the darkness

A younger me
My daughter- now a young lady
Then a small tiger,
with black marker whiskers
and black marker nose,
held in my arms,
and smiling.

How a black marker
can transform
a three year old
into a tiger
is magic.

Like memories lying
quietly in a drawer.

Topic(s) of this poem: childhood , memories, photographs

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Finding an old photo, forgotten in my desk

Comments about Memories by Neal Beightol

  • Judith Blatherwick (10/2/2016 5:21:00 PM)

    Unexpectedly finding an old photograph can completely transform your day. It causes a chain reaction leading from one memory to another. Your writing perfectly conveys your joy at finding the photograph and recalling the magical transformation from child to tiger. (Report) Reply

    Neal Beightol Neal Beightol (10/3/2016 9:14:00 AM)

    Finding a thoughtful comment can also transform your day. Thank you!

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Poem Edited: Wednesday, August 24, 2016

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