Fade To Black (Image Fourteen)

A poem for the Picture This group Image 14

My past days memories
Are cold like a winter breeze
Yet it warms my spirit
Like our song, when I hear it
I hear it and I smile
It's my natural reaction
Like that day in the coffee shop
An instant attraction
Our days were so colorful
Now they're white and black
I hate them in this gray scale
When's the color coming back?
Our spark must have died
From our hotel nights
You were my fearless lover
We had rebel's sights
But our coffee shop days
Have so long ago ended
And the colors fade to dark
And our high has descended
Now everything I've seen
Reminds me of the scene
Of our Electric little sparks
Back in Image Fourteen...

Author's Note

I wrote this for the contest group Picture This. A little Image challenge :)

Reviews

[Devons]

A rhythmic, flowing, satisfying piece of writing with a neat and compact structure. The rhyming chimes cleanly like a brand new brass bell; but with a softness upon the inner ear that brings comfort to the readability of the poem.

The relationship between the image and the content creates a hint of sadness which sits nicely with the lightness of the style. The concept of "Image Fourteen" (which obviously has a second meaning here!) creates an enigmatic touch in the way it sounds, and the idea of it being a compartment of memory...

Really enjoyable.

[Ice QueenJen]

I like how you brought the fact that their is no color in this picture. I also like how you spoke about having memories of another time, like it was almost another place. Great writing.

[MoriartyMesa]

Image is more clear than the pic, and so is the underline points of the work.