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Sepia
by Rhonda Maneki
Sepia colored moments,
A glimpse of a flame within you,
The scent of worn leather,
So familiar...
The shadow, he sits with a smoldering gaze,
beneath a the brim of a well worn hat.
He reminds me of how you look at me now,
with careless intent, as your chair mournfully groans
when you turn to look at me with newness.
A scratchy shellac record on the Player
dragging across the groves of spiraled timeĀ
"Someone to Watch Over Me"..
Meanders magically
over memories
of emotion..
02/04/2007 Author's Note: Always - a memory
Posted on 02/04/2007
Copyright © 2025 Rhonda Maneki
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/04/07 at 03:40 PM I really like this, especially the second to last stanza. The image is perfect. |
| Posted by Alisa Js on 02/05/07 at 08:41 PM indeed.. I agree with Gabriel... you are a talented lady, Rhonda... but then again, we always knew that...lol...;-) |
| Posted by Soulo Jacob Bourgeau on 02/07/07 at 01:26 AM Sepia is such a perfect title for this cherished memory. Well written and welcome to PPS. |
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