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Photographs

Documents of truth to the eyes
To a worship of the past-
The superior reality of photographs
Where once we were alive

In a place of frozen dimension-
Every shifting cloud, every leaf
Is accounted for, a redemption
From the cruelty of time’s belief

In nothing but the passing breaths
From we who bear witness.

About This Poem

Last Few Words: The poem is based on the line "the superior reality of photographs", from the poem Preambles by Alvin Feinman, and my poem is dedicated to him.

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Country/Region: Washington DC

Favorite Poets: D.Thomas, Stevens, Eliot, Blake, Rimbaud, Oliver, Delmore Schwartz, Neruda, Marti, Commings, Moore, Cohen, Merwin, Borges, Breton, Baudelaire, Sabines, Voznesensky, Eluard, Oliver,

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weirdelf

weirdelf

6 years 6 months ago

Like digital time

where the number constantly increases, dragging us inexorably to our deaths.
Analogue time is part of the cycle day/night, seasons, years the motion of the galaxy itself.

The very best photograph can express this.

Fucking fine poem, my friend.

T. Harmonee

T. Harmonee

6 years 6 months ago

Nice!

I love this! It flows very well and it really makes you think, especially about why your grandparents and past generations always were taking pictures and collecting them in bunches of albums or boxes full.

lovedly

lovedly

6 years 6 months ago

today I see

young gals and guys taking selfies together or alone coz who knows who will be the new pair and so another selfie with a fresher one will take care digitize all snaps and time we have to be slaves all our time now of selfies o man

zebra

zebra

6 years 6 months ago

Wrenching, beautifully stated

Wrenching, beautifully stated, I like very much how you let the reader know how the image in a photograph suspends time and how in that very suspension we also find the imminence of our own aging and mortality
At 71 I keep on my desk a picture if my wife at 35 and myself at 39 both happy in love and suntanned
Damn.... A universal message and eloquent!!!!!

Best Z