Maggie Munro


The Keepsake - Poem by Maggie Munro

No sculpted stone or shade on deckle page,
no canvas daub or etch in verdigris,
no crystal flash or scrap of celluloid
can portray the simple candour of our age.

For an image made or captured in our time,
singular, or blended in the frame
can muster potency, but ne’er enough
to, this precious entity, confine.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Some memories are so precious they should be celebrated within ourselves.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 31, 2013



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