A freestyle poem on remembering and promises. Using the imagery of a photograph, narrator speaks wistfully, so as not to forget.
That day where everything was beautiful
You were, we were, everthing, everything
And now, all I have is my memories
But I can remember how very beautiful
That day was, you were especially
I remember looking into your eyes
And I thought - Are you an angel
Coming down to this place of treachery
To grant me (grace me with) a farewell -
A farewell that I wish I had a photograph of?
I am lucky enough to remember you
Otherwise my memory of you and that day
Would be a fantasy, soon to be forgotten
I am lucky, but also cursed
Do you also wish that you had a photograph?
For maybe the beauty of that day was in a promise to dance again
And that's why I don't need a photograph
And until that promise and wish is renewed
I will just remember.
Poetry by Zachary P. B.
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Written on 2006-07-12 at 20:57
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Photograph
I wish I had a photograph of that dayThat day where everything was beautiful
You were, we were, everthing, everything
And now, all I have is my memories
But I can remember how very beautiful
That day was, you were especially
I remember looking into your eyes
And I thought - Are you an angel
Coming down to this place of treachery
To grant me (grace me with) a farewell -
A farewell that I wish I had a photograph of?
I am lucky enough to remember you
Otherwise my memory of you and that day
Would be a fantasy, soon to be forgotten
I am lucky, but also cursed
Do you also wish that you had a photograph?
For maybe the beauty of that day was in a promise to dance again
And that's why I don't need a photograph
And until that promise and wish is renewed
I will just remember.
Poetry by Zachary P. B.
Read 504 times
Written on 2006-07-12 at 20:57
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