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Sunday, 6 November 2011

Sepia Memories

Submitted to :dVerse Poets Poetics For today’s prompt, let’s grab our paints and mix up a poetic palette using color. Hosted by Victoria  

Sepia Memories 

Sepia memories are all that's left, 
Since you departed and left us bereft,
Times that were once bright and alive,  
Being drowned out struggling to survive, 
Red's and blues somehow refuse, 
To prick my brain even infuse! 
The things that I see all about, 
Seem muted, dull, nothing shouts out! 
What replays back in my minds eye,
Are memories drained of colour and dye, 
Within my soul tho is my scarlet, scorching love,
As I dream of you in a soft auroral light above,
Sepia memories I will accept and keep, 
Until we're both reunited in heavenly sleep. 


Photo by Bird In Hand





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17 comments:

  1. Scarlet6 November 2011 at 13:59

    Sepia memories "Are memories drained of colour and dye " ...sad but hopefully "reunited in heavenly sleep"...lovely share ~

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  2. Claudia6 November 2011 at 16:19

    i love to look through these old photos, bleached and sepia and with dog's ears and try to imagine how their life was...and with this comes the color...smiles..have a lovely sunday kez

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  3. Brian Miller6 November 2011 at 17:42

    smiles. what a beautiful day that reunion will be...i love to look at old photos at the people, at life back then...they carry many memories...

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  4. hedgewitch6 November 2011 at 21:02

    Gorgeous photos and nice color play in your poem.

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  5. WyomingDiva6 November 2011 at 23:11

    Must be in the air...many poets are nostalgic and thoughtful this week. Enjoyed your poem!

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  6. Mary7 November 2011 at 02:15

    Kez, I hear you so strongly. I have someone that I see with sepia memories too. Except I do not just think of heavenly sleep but heavenly afterlife and laughing and talking once more. Thank you for sharing this poem.

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  7. Rachel Hoyt7 November 2011 at 03:28

    Such a beautiful poem! I love sepia, but it definitely speaks of the past. :)

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  8. Maxwell Mead Williams Robinson Barry7 November 2011 at 15:35

    what a hopeful piece by reflecting the past.
    it makes us feel close to Thanksgiving.

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  9. Victoria8 November 2011 at 01:57

    This is so evocative. I grew up in a world of sepia photography and I still think it's so exquisite.

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  10. Gennady23 November 2011 at 12:17

    Frequently, I do not have time to remember about eternal values in daily routine

    Thanks for reminding on twitter to return here

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  11. Sherry Blue Sky22 July 2012 at 18:22

    I love the idea of sepia memories, to match the old photos. And the collage of old photos is spectacular. What a treasure trove of stories THAT would be! One could write forever!

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  12. Ella23 July 2012 at 00:44

    Wonderful read, I enjoyed your take on the prompt and the ending was superb~

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  13. Scarlet23 July 2012 at 02:09

    Nice reading for the second time ~

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  14. Kay L. Davies23 July 2012 at 18:47

    Such a perfect poem to accompany the photo of all those "sepia memories"!

    Kay, Alberta, Canada

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  15. Peggy23 July 2012 at 19:12

    I like the title and concept of Sepia Memories. There is sadness and hope in this.

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  16. flipside records24 July 2012 at 01:09

    "Are memories drained of colour and dye" ... What a sad thought. You captured well the loss and pain in an early death and the hope of a heavenly reunion.

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  17. zongrik24 July 2012 at 06:37

    sepia memories you can hold, but digital memories, don't' have the same burning in your hand

    4 child with book senryu

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