Photographs and Memories by Deborah S Regan For as tiny as child can be, was I Yesterday, my mneumonic tought would not come Photgraphic visions of my life begun Speak not to me; yet camera cannot lie. Metagalaxies of meaning ended When tireless time aged my outward form My consolation: a yellow sun still warm With beauty umcompared its light descended Photography cannot record fleeting things Int the heart; trust more in ink and mermory In ink I write; my words cannot betray me Rosy memory still sothes awkward things Photographs speak nothing of existence With mirrors they but reflect appeararence 12/31/2003 Posted on 12/31/2003 Copyright © 2024 Deborah S Regan Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Jean Mollett on 01/25/04 at 04:54 AM Hi Deborah, Good one. Photographs and Memories. The pictures can tell alot, yet our memories can be the best. Ya can look back at them, to refresh yourself, get a good laugh or warm feelings too. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)