She closes the box and tapes it shut, dreams
and memories locked inside the darkness.
Gentle hands will keep it safe, but it seems
the movers are in a rush. They care less
about her pictures and her wedding dress
and more about the time seen on a clock.
The box falls from the truck. Oh, what a mess!
All her photos sprawl across the sidewalk,
friends and family wishing they could talk.
Her white dress is wrinkled against the ground,
and she just stands there silently in shock
as rough, strong hands pick up her ultrasound.
Her husband pulls her into his embrace
as their old lives disappear from that place.
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On Day 4 of NaPoWriMo, I followed the prompt to write a sad poem in the form of a sonnet.
This is wonderful
ReplyDeleteSo glad for that ending embrace.
ReplyDeleteI love the idea of the people in the photos wanting "to talk" -- how those who our photos represent render the photos so precious. Congrats!
ReplyDeleteVery touching. I'm glad for the embrace.Congrats on being the featured participant!
ReplyDeletewow, that is really powerful! moving!
ReplyDeleteooo. felt that. Thank you
ReplyDeleteGreat description of a short and powerful moment! I'd love to hear more about the scene where everything is spread out on the sidewalk.
ReplyDeleteVery touching. 💫
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written.
ReplyDeletemost striking , touching real shock and sadness , well composed
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