Blaine Strong


Photographic Memo Ree - Poem by Blaine Strong

I saw your photo on the wall, I was beginning to feel, you'd never call.
The way you looked 'this isn't real' you whispered to me in the field.
I picked you up, kissed your head.
I'll ne'er forget the way you said 'I love you'
Dreams are gone now doll and I'm but a memory, of a man who stepped on and twisted who I want to be.
Of who you were in brown eyes so bright, weeping my name on a long winters night.
Now I'm lost, direction deemed cloudy,
Blurry visions like a kaleidoscope dance before me.
Still you never call, these are the moments my heart starts to fall.

Topic(s) of this poem: love


Comments about Photographic Memo Ree by Blaine Strong

  • Thomas Plotz (11/30/2015 5:57:00 PM)


    Send her a card with your phone number. Maybe she lost - her phone. Thinking of you... (Report) Reply

    Blaine Strong Blaine Strong (11/30/2015 8:34:00 PM)

    Wow, this is the best advice I've ever heard. Reminds me of a Peter cetera line ;)

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 25, 2015



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