4 Photos In A Drawer (Not Forgotten) Poem by Callie Carroll

i love this photograph poem! i don't know if it's about you but somehow reading photos 3 & 4, Marilyn Monroe came to mind.... :)

Some one cluch my heart in both hands before it falls apart completely. Thank you Callista for your photos. What a special read this is.

Hi. Yes I would say this is a lovely poem. I am still struck by the depiction of the 4th picture, I need a moment to recover. Very powerful. I really likie it. I thought your poem was like one of mine. I'm not trying to promote my poem, but perhaps share it that possibly you might enjoy it. (It's not long.) Blessings, Tom Courtney Stand on the Rock Boy stands easily on the smooth flat rock Pond shines around like his first set of teeth and the mountains of sky and the razors of conifers surround Sunbeams press his skin and drown the phantoms of a sleepless night in winter For a moment he thinks, I am whole He looks from a thin rutted trail looping their campfire to the girl. He smiles for the thin black glass she holds she cradles in slender fingers She snaps the shutter flies across the light He shifts his stance, I am your baby you married me Come step over the moss in fumbling hands and faces rounder smoother wetter pressing sunbeams from the corners Now the plastic rectangle pressed in plastic strangles memories of him and her And half the photos discarded and half and half again the scenery then hands and feet at the hands of unknown strangers Boy opens again the large slick binder A long time ago and far away she holds the camera

4 photos, four chapters of life. You have wonderfully recreated the life in this rememberance, callista.......10/10. Regards Naseer

Wow. Poignant, deep, sparsely enough written to let the imagination fill in the details - excellent, Callie!

An intriguing poem indeed, and an unusual format.

Very deep...yet so real with real emotion expressing the crude realities of life

I can see your photos, Callie. You describe them with such clarity. And you use your words sparsely too, which I like. Nothing over done. In particular, the following lines stood out: 'scent of cotton scorch fills her nose'; 'Stair-stepped for posterity Almond eyes and forehead frizz' 'a careless spill of pills.' Interesting your use of the name 'Beauty'. There is irony in the name and pain in the telling. Fabulous poem. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Cool idea for a poem! And interesting execution.

A chrono-illogical portrait of the artist as seen from an Rx bottle. I'm glad you handled this write as a pro.