Photographs
loving
can hurt
sometimes
i stand at the gate
cold and alone
with your vignette playback in my head
watching them become needles
in my heart
there is only memory
loving
can hurt
sometimes
i stand at the gate
cold and alone
with your vignette playback in my head
watching them become needles
in my heart
there is only memory
to
cuddle for warmth
Ojo
Taiye is a writer from Delta State, Nigeria. He is a graduate of Microbiology
from Tansian University. Taiye, has some of his muddled thoughts published in a
few online and offline magazines.
Hello, Ojo. You share a feeling we all know sometimes when looking at old photographs. It can hurt. Your imagery is precise, especially "....needles/in my heart." Good poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you Ojo for this poem. The ethereal vignette and photographs are a perfect match for the hardness of the needles. Lovely textures and emotion. Thanks fir sharing. Ralph
ReplyDeleteDear Ojo,
ReplyDeleteThank you for these provocative lines.
Like "needles in my heart."
Thank you,
Michael
My dear daughter is experiencing just this kind of pain and so your poem resonates deeply with me. Your poem is an excellent expression that kind of loss. Aloha, Connie
ReplyDeleteNice one, Ojo. Thank you for sharing. Continued blessings!
ReplyDelete-MJ (www.tgbtgpublictions.com)
A beautifully packaged piece,Ojo. As I was reading through I could not help but "play back" these wonderful lines:"with your vignette playback in my head
ReplyDeletewatching them become needles
in my heart"