Forty Years On
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FORTY YEARS ON
The photo on the bridge
was his favorite.
The one they asked a stranger to take.
The sun was shy that day,
so was she.
Feeding bits of bread to gulls,
asking questions that drew them closer,
he recalls the meal they shared on the pier.
Her charcoal hair was now diamond
but the emerald of her eyes
had never changed.
He had forgotten that her hosiery was cream colored
until just this moment.
Is it time that blurred these two?
Or tears?
Her eyes were wide under the clouds,
now faded in the print he held
before placing it next to her head
on the satin pillow
that would hold her
for eternity.
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Shared with those building bridges over at DVerse poets.
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©2014 Christopher Reilley
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Such a lovely poem. I like to description of her hair from dark to white as diamond.
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I love this. Your poem is very well written! You captured the moment and then hit us with the sad ending.
ReplyDeletevery touching.
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful piece of poetry, and how much a photo can give.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!
ReplyDeleteA heart-tugging poem and a sweet photo to go with it
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As always, such a pleasure to read your poem, Christopher. A photo is not just a photo, isn't it. Thanks for joining in with this beautiful write.
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