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Photograph With morbid curiosity I stare at the picture. I sought out her image to see how it would look, the way you pick at a scab to see how it feels. Nondescript with mouse brown hair, she is dressed in a blue blouse and skirt. Just a female figure standing among friends and colleagues smiling like a Cheshire Cat, a stranger. I still remember how she screamed, the last time we argued. I remember the last words she said to me over the telephone, and the click of the receiver when she hung up on me. I remember the unanswered letters, entreaties for acknowledgement, when my consternated thoughts refused to understand that she no longer wanted to hear from me. I look for some clue, some emotion in the picture that can tell me what she felt when she left me, but find nothing except emptiness. It is a faded film with unknown actors of interest only to archivists seeking answers that do not exist. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Marcia McCaslin On Date: 2004-06-06 18:24:50
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.63636
Edwin--an excellent commentary on a photograph which I can relate to with every fiber of my being. I like the
simple language that presents the complex thinking process--and I can put myself in your place on each and
every line. I like the 'simplicity'--that really isn't simple, because even at the end, there are unanswered
questions to which you allude no answers exist. What a paradox--huh? But life/love is like that. The idea
is really 'new' and creative--if anything under the sun can be considered new. I think your next-to-last S.
is really a 'universal' quest--we look at the 'last photo' of someone, something to see if we can sense the
foreshadowing. But rarely is it there. "Faded film' 'unknown actors'--interest only to archivists (& those
of us who search those answerless answers. Good job. I enjoyed! Best--Marcia