Picture on My Wall

Reminiscing lost love.

Picture on My Wall

You are framed now;

encased in wood and glass

and hung on the walls of my recall.

You used to have three dimensions

but now you are a single plane, flat

as the painted thoughts on which you hang.

I still see your curves and lips

and eyes and skin,

and reach out to touch these memories,

but they are now encased within

the vaulted gallery of my recollection,

out of reach.

In my head I hear you speak

whispering yesterdays I love yous

in delicate and fervent breaths,

but it is now a mere echo that laps

at the water’s edge

instead of the crystal cascade,

the rushing torrent we shared.

 

14/11/14

Author's Note

Reviews

[Leigh]

Accepting someone as just that, when they were so much takes great strength. I like the perspective of this it gives it much more impact. I enjoyed this well written poem.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you Leigh. Good to hear from you from wet Bristol!

[Leigh]

Aye there be a westerly blowin in from the Atlantic and salt in the air

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Short and highly emotional creates tears for us all to share, well done, good read.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you Thomas

[Lyn Anderson]

Sad when someone we once held so dear becomes a photo on the wall.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

I have my own art gallery! Thank you.

[Kelly Scheppers]

Your expressions and recollections of thought are staggering...although I know you would say, "it's just poetry". Oh, but I beg to differ...

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Hi Kelly, thought you had gone on vacation or something? You are kind as always in your review, many thanks.

[Kelly Scheppers]

I wish...just nursing a muscle spasm in my neck...catching up little by little. ; )

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Hey keep that neck still!

[The Black Warrior]

Wow is this beautiful, I had to hold few tears back...

I still see your curves and lips

and eyes and skin,


In my head I hear you speak

whispering yesterdays I love yous

in delicate and fervent breaths,

^ I love this lines :D

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you so much Suk, I am so glad you like it.

[The Black Warrior]

You're very welcome... thank you for sharing!

[MomzillaNC]

A touching and melancholy write… those pictures have the power to take us right back to when our memories were knew. They capture the moment forever afresh. Well penned.

NOTES: Maybe is should be "whispering [yesterday's] I love yous"

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you Momzilla. It is a debatable point you make however yesterdays is the plural form of yesterday (yĕsˈtər-dāˌ, -dē)
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n.
The day before the present day.
n.
Time in the past, especially the recent past.
adv.
On the day before the present day.

[MomzillaNC]

You're welcome.

That's why I said "maybe." It seems like it should be in the possessive as well as the plural. But, I find an apostrophe hanging behind a word rather -- IDK -- unsatisfying. LOL. Just me, probably. :D

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"now you are a single plane" and hopefully, soon I will take the picture off the wall and be able to move on...
but those visions do like to hang there for a long time after.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you Jacob

[Lydia Shutter]

Melancholy recollections here, John. A photo can not hurt you the way a person can. Perhaps the single plane is better than the 3D real life person in some cases. Honest emotions well written. Lydi**

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Memories sometimes haunt us. Thank you Lydi.