(& a few Poems to go along with it)
I've seen the idea of "Flashback Friday" on several other blogs lately; the idea being to post an old photograph and share your memories of that time earlier in your life.
As it turned out, the poetry "assignment" for yesterday in the Poem-a-Day challenge I'm doing throughout April was to write a poem based on a photograph. It could be any photo--one you took, a random one you found in a magazine or online, whatever. I immediately thought of a few of the photos that my Dad took when I was a child and soon found myself writing poems about several of these photos. And then I realized... how perfect would this work for a "Friday Flashback"? Perfectly, of course!
So...I share with you now four poems I wrote for the challenge yesterday and the photos that go along with them.
First of all, here is a shot of some of the photos that line my upstairs hall wall. It coincides well with the first poem I wrote.
"photos from Dad"
a photographer and small-town editor,
Dad took thousands of pictures
when I was a child.
mostly black and white,
standing in front of old barns,
anything that reeked of "architecture."
we'd play in the leaves,
then illustrate an article about
autumn in rural
we'd romp in the drive-in playground,
then appear in an essay about
the demise of the golden age of
movies and community.
but my favorites remain...
and now live on my hall walls..
the ones of
my newborn brother
images that never made the newspaper,
but live even now in the frames of my
she holds tightly onto Susie,
the doll with the wild, blonde, 70s-toy-story hairstyle,
with a look of sadness in her eyes.
But she's me and I don't recall being sad.
perhaps I was frustrated at Dad for taking
or feeling ugly because I had that
on my nose.
whatever I felt then I don't know,
but what I feel Now is
affection for that doll
(now in my daughter's toy box),
an abiding love
for my childhood.
(not the best quality...but it's of me and my little brother, Christopher, just home from the hospital. I decided to just take pics of them in their frames, and not scan them, so they're not the best.)
he came home,
tiny and wriggling and slippery and loud,
and she was fascinated with him,
loving him from the get-go
This one would have to be
of the thousands he took.
Partly because of the composition;
more because of the illumination in the lighting;
but most-of-all because of
the moment captured
(never to come again)
of a granddaughter with a wispy look, a sly smile;
a grandfather with a weathered look,
and a mouth that's half-opened
saying something during this moment in the sun,
saying something that's forgotten all these years later,
but saying something that sounded something like,
"I love you."
And then, just because I didn't share my other poems from the last few days, I thought I'd share one more with you today. The challenge was to write a poem about getting older and this one was just close-to-my heart.
The other day on the way to school, Delaney made the comment that school would be out in a month and she was so excited. I made some sort of half-hearted response like, "Yep, just another month." Delaney asked me what was wrong and I tried to explain it a little bit...of course, I LOVE summer and all the fun stuff that comes with it (sleeping late! going to the water park! going on vacation!), but as I get older it seems like the start of Summer means that another year has come and gone. And that's getting harder and harder for me to deal with.
So, I wrote this poem that day...
This feeling must be something that
since the dawn of time,
has found to be absolute
That it really was just yesterday
that I skipped through the backyard barefoot,
that I threw that cap up into the air,
that I held my firstborn.
That time moves
at the speed of light,
at the speed of sound,
at the speed that I’m totally
That life goes on
from morning to night,
from January to December,
from yesterday to today
from this second to, now,
Too quickly.With that being said...I AM, however, looking forward to the weekend coming up! LOL Lots of fun stuff going on...another softball tournament on Saturday, church on Sunday, hopefully some scrapping, etc.
(And, yes, last night's "Lost" was extremely, awesomely amazing!!!!!!! It made me verrrry happy!)
Now... I hope you all have a BEAUTIFUL weekend. Stay safe, have fun, and see ya back here after it's over!