Choosing sepia
is as though softening
life’s storm,
it’s being conscious of one’s strength
which strives
to bear the unchanging sun.

Neither picture
nor memory placate
the cadence of your voice haunts
as I struggle
with my heart and head,
without you
I am a flower plucked–
destined to wither before its hour.

 

Photo credits: Adolph de Meyer Still life, 1908.

Posted on ‘Camera Flash’ @ Real Toads

And on ‘Poetry Pantry’ @ Poets United