A poem lays unwritten
Delayed
For lack of better words
Yellowed rice paper
Wilting from little moisture
Layered dust, settled years
Still virgin, yet not quite pure
Memories of emotions
Smiles lead to laughs
Hurting laughter
Followed by tears
The good hurt
The fun hurt
I laughed til I cried
Innocent eyes
Images passed down
That look up from faces
Framed and frozen in time
Smile bearing photographs
All say cheese
Scratches on grain
Form letter filled words
Raised from wells
Of scenes to see
Places in the past
Hopes and uncertainties
Visions envisioned as future
Knowledge passing by
Life slipping away
the first stanza is classic... yes, i can think of many things still virgin, yet not quite pure... this is a thinking poem... one that is so well relatable to the poet, the reader... brilliant execution of skill... blessings...
