Reversed Negatives.
Reversed Negatives.
The dead and
the missing
stare out at me,
frozen in a
moment of time,
captured in
their essence
for all to remember.
smiles etched in
photogenic processes,
that in reality remain
gargoyle like
their jawbones agape,
sealed in
some satin box,
buried under the dust,
much like this
box of photos
I have uncovered
and now peruse.
The eyes
haunt me most,
the brightness
of their life
flashes there,
it is the first
thing that goes,
when a person dies.
The light fades
and vanishes,
but this magic box,
full of gizmos
and buttons,
stuffed with celluloid,
one eyed and
oh, so revealing,
captures that
bright eyed wonder,
of one who
once existed,
and is now just
a memory,
framed on a
shiny slip of
yesterday
forevermore.
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