PICTURE FRAMED
He is me and I am him, we share a face
but while he will remain ever the same
I grow old on nature’s whim and grace,
he safe behind glass and wooden frame
while I walk frail, prey for bandit time.
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but while he will remain ever the same
I grow old on nature’s whim and grace,
he safe behind glass and wooden frame
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Evocative write. Always beautiful.
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Thank you, I’m both humbled and pleased by your comment.
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Clever poetry Nigel that evokes strong thoughts and images. For some reason I got an image of Van Gogh’s self portrait.
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Thank you Davy, I’ve a photo of myself at 17 pretending to shower in a summer storm, my 14 yr old son wanted to re-create it as we look identical at similar ages and it kind of ran from that.
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… and so the child is father of the man – a telling image you have created with your poem, Nigel.
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Thank you Roland.
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