Dusty Drawer Memories Poem by Lodigiana Poetess
Dusty Drawer Memories
Sometimes, memories come unbidden
sneaking in the backdoor of forgotten.
Through dusty clouds of floating life,
a sharp reminder of a life lived
A strip of photos found crumpled in the drawer,
creased with age and image poor,
but just a glance and with no warning
I was back..in the photo booth.
Like crazy kids we pooled our loose cash,
enough to save a frame for life,
and through the curtain, in we fell
like crazed hyenas, ...smiles in place
The seat revolved with manic speed
rising up then down to show all faces.
Tongues poked out, slash smiles that grew..
Fingers making rabbit ears.
Who could pull the funniest face?
Distorted - yet benign.
Youths joy at living-spilling out
and saved to celluloid.
I see those long ago lost faces,
eyes untarnished, life unlived
Where did the joy of misspent youth go?
Hidden? in a dusty drawer.
Although with our phones we have so many more photos now..those strip booth ones of yesteryear hold the most memories for me, some were just black and white but brought back such colourful images to reminisce on..I must be getting old Shaun! Thank you so much for reading, commenting and reminding me.Stay well and happy my friend xx
Another well written glorious poem Lodigiana. They are a joy to behold and relish. Loved ' enough to save a frame for life'. 10++ and added to good time favs. And thanks for sharing your memories. Take care Lodigiana. Shaun.
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Unique poems that contain such heart felt messages deserved to be reread from time to time so they like dusty drawer memories don't gather any dust, Many thanks again for this superb uplifting write Lodigiana and five stars. Enjoy life and remain poetry enriched and blessed. Shaun.x.