Whispers
~~~
A thousand words said a picture’s worth
But these do not speak to me at all
Wonderous world of the moment seen
Unrevealed by the thin and small
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The captured light once living
Does not breathe here any more
Just snapshots of what lay behind
Of the person I was before
~~~
Old friends seen in young faces
Young love seen in old pains
The photos hold but traces
Of what little still remains
~~~
They are not fully silent
They whisper their timid prayers
Of a life with more possibilities
A life that held many less cares
~~~
Old images do not seem their worth
I will leave behind a thousand words
In case the photographs of my life
Are the whispers that go unheard
~~~
commonsensiblyspeaking 
words and pictures both tell a story, but sometimes we need both to really understand
Your are always full of such wisdom Beth. Thanks for everything!
Not sure about wisdom, but I have lots of observations
I always enjoy your unique perspective…🙏
Beautiful thoughts brought forth with the perfect word, placed in the precise verse to create that sense of nostalgia…great verses and brilliant work my friend. All the best and Happy Sunday to you. Signing off from snowy Valencia,
F.
Thank you my friend! Stay warm, safe, and healthy!
You’re very welcome my friend!
What a wonderful poem Brad. Our pasts captured in photographs. How many of us still live in the past?
The captured light once living
Does not breathe here any more
Just snapshots of what lay behind
Of the person I was before
Thank you sweet G! xoxoxo
My pleasure.
Sadly some photos are silent currently going thru 4 or 5 cartons of old family pictures and I don’t know who some of the people are I always enjoy reading your poems thank you for your hard work
Thank you brother!
and you have been leaving behind thousands of wonderful words…
Thanks Jim!
I’m sure you probably already know this, but I have a thing for photographs, as I love capturing moments. I love looking through old photographs, even ones that aren’t mine. It’s a deeper glimpse into the soul. People often become reminiscent, they laugh or cry, or talk about old dreams that might still linger. While we shouldn’t live in the past, I love those sides of people, for when they are laughing, crying and/or reminiscing, they are showing a true side of themselves, and rawness and realness are always beautiful! I think this is a new favorite!! ❤ Brilliant, Poignant, & beautiful, as always.
You are too kind my friend! Hope the new years holds great things ahead for you both!