Looking through old photographs
gives me a glimpse into
your blue-eyed lens,
your frame,
your perspective,
your angle,
your essence.
Chills travel
down my spine
as I spend a moment
with you one more time.
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I feel the last lines of this poem as I took out boxes of my mother’s photos while cleaning up my office. Sigh.
Linda, I like this one a lot! The contrast between the first stanza and the second is interesting. The first is such a physical description and the second is too, yet there’s much more emotion. I like the transition.
“chills” is the word that got to me
I really like the choices of frame, perspective and angle.
A good use of the perspective of photographs seen from the photographer’s POV…conveys the feelings well.