At the break of dawn each day
when I awake
my eyes invariably stray
to that niche in the wall
where a portrait used to hang
a hook
rusty with the ravages of time
still there
and while I stare
the wall
is suddenly no longer bare
the image of a face appears
with those piercing eyes
as always so endearing
and that proud smile
of a young ambitious man.
Gradually the image changes
a receding hairline
graying whiskers
a wiser look
a kinder smile
yet in those eyes
something seems amiss
I see a sadness that never used to be.
And as the image slowly fades
as always
and the memories of a lost decade
invariably remain
I wonder why.
This is a truly beautiful write Sandra...memories and photgraphs....10+++
Beautiful, touching poem. As I said in wonderful English. Exceptional poet u are! ! !
gorgeous! one of the best impressionistic poems in PH. it remind me of Mallarme's poems!
the image is constant...but our perspectives keep changing, don't they?
Such a haunting piece Sandra and it make me think about the supernatural. Your emotions are very heartfelt and it brought my emotions to the fore too. I liked the couplet rhyme you used in the 3rd last line and the last line.
So deeply emotional and expressive, made me ponder and imagine..thanks for this delicate one..10+++ A.
wow...wonderful work... I was carried and tempted to ponder and wants to imagine images on the wall too...smile Very touching thoughts...brilliant ideas you shared with us here.. i, simply love this....10+++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
that was a very true observation sandra...when you get to see your old photo albums..it really feels like you are seeing someboby else..nice poem