Scarlett Treat

Rookie - 22 Points (1941 / Jug Fork, Mississippi)

The Photograph - Poem by Scarlett Treat

Uncompromisingly brilliant pictures
are companions caught in memory,
delicious together in harmony,
softened sepias and gentle pastels.

Goodbye, September photographs
of an afternoon far, far away.
You're just a stranger, barely remembered,
a photograph curling in a forgotten drawer.

This is a commentary on all photographs, left forgotten in drawers and boxes, bureaus and photography books, no longer having names, but pictures of people who lived and laughed, who now rest, forgotten, except for that face that looks back at me.

Comments about The Photograph by Scarlett Treat

  • Rookie Anna Russell (4/27/2006 7:08:00 AM)

    Not a word wasted...and each one of the a treat from the delectable Ms Treat.
    Anna xxx (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Esther Leclerc (3/21/2006 5:55:00 PM)

    Beautiful phrasing here, Scarlett - I feel this poem. Love! Esther (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Raynette Eitel (3/15/2006 9:31:00 AM)

    This little poem is packed and yet low key. Wonderful write.

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  • Rookie - 220 Points Linda Hepner (2/21/2006 6:43:00 PM)

    Absolutely in accord with Courtney! And Charles.
    L.H. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 6 Points Chuck Audette (2/21/2006 11:55:00 AM)

    Some great lines and effortless alliteration! Loved that last image of the photograph. Wonderful. -chuck (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Courtney Elmlinger (2/18/2006 4:52:00 PM)

    Linda~ Aside from writing, my next favorite thing is taking photos and scrap-booking! This poem is very soothing to the ear when reading it out loud. My favorite line is, 'softened sepias and gentle pastels'. I also love, 'You're just a stranger, barely remembered, a photograph curling in a forgotten drawer'. Such a bittersweet feel there. I'm looking forward to reading more of your work; o) (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Gina Onyemaechi (2/18/2006 4:47:00 PM)

    Oh, but the sibilants, Linda, the sibilants! ! You know exactly where my 'hotspot' is, don't you? I would have liked to see another verse or two here, but anyway. C'mon, let me submit this then vote my 9 in. With warmth, Gina. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 18, 2006

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 15, 2011

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