Images are with all of us, most of the time. Specifically photos of our nearest and dearest, from years ago and present day. I personally have found myself looking more at printed photos as well as ones on my phone recently. Looking at these images has made me appreciate them, and so I wrote a poem to express this newly found appreciation.
I hope you enjoy reading my poem. If it resonates with you, please feel free to give me feedback in the comments section below. In the meantime, happy reading and photo-viewing.
Why Photos Are Magic
A natural pose or a fun
thrown-together ad hoc shot.
A scenic landscape, an
image you almost deleted.
They are all enclosed
in photos – some printed.
Others on a reel on your
phone, where views are repeated.
Your loved ones captured,
smiling, peering, maybe frowning.
Each person frozen in frame,
their expressions are priceless.
Maybe you caught yourself
off-guard, when you looked
and absorbed the scene,
reflected at you, timeless.
There must be an infinite
collection of photos, stored
all around the globe.
Some treasured, some hidden.
They cradle the culture
and the essence of the era,
in which they were taken.
Relaying many stories written.
To view these stories in
an act of remembrance,
or just a casual flick of
the album and its pages.
It is to breathe in the air
of the party, the room,
the wedding, or sports event
attended through the ages.
It could be seen as therapy
to sit amongst the memories,
And let the emotions flood
your heart, your eyes, your mind.
A special soothing invisible
hand, as you relive the action.
In times of heartache, then you
can leave the sadness behind.
A picture will remain, as a
moment has long since melted.
A pair of eyes will hold the magic
which flows into eternity.
We can be reminded of times,
we can be transported back.
So much we can take from the
source, with joy and certainty.
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