Scattered Joy
A thousand pictures filled with
Smiling faces and bright gazes
Family members and close friends;
With the happiest moments
Of our lives.
Each time I open my photo album
I wipe off
A new layer of dust
That has collected on top.
Reminding me that those days have past
And that they
with each new day
Fade
Into oblivion.
Life carries on with little regard
Towards the past,
Leading to a place void of happiness
As if it was only possible
All those years ago.
I really liked the way you spaced your poem, especially the way you use enjambment on the line "I wipe off a new layer of dust...".
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed the simplicity of your poem. This is something that I can definitely relate to. My favorite line was "life carries on with little regard." Good job, Audrey!
ReplyDeleteWowowow I really like your poem and I think your picture really supports it. The fact that it's blurry, while I'm sure you used to mask everyone's faces, draws back to this fading view of your childhood in those photo albums.
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