Whispers
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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
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Old friends seen in young faces
Young love seen in old pains
The photos hold but traces
Of what little still remains
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They are not fully silent
They whisper their timid prayers
Of a life with more possibilities
A life that held many less cares
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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
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commonsensiblyspeaking 
What a wonderful sense of making your words immortal for when the pictures fade. I am blessed to have both your pictures and your words in my life!
Thank you, sis! I am the blessed one. Should my body finally fail, you can always find me in my words.
you are able to capture this with your words, and that is a gift
Thanks, Beth! It is friends like you that are any life’s true gift!
You already know I have a love for photography, but I never really thought about how my photos might reveal sides of me when I’m gone. Whoever comes in to go through the things I’ve left behind will find photo albums filled with thousands of nature pictures, scrapbooks filled with both photos and words, fond memories I’ve made, pictures of past relatives I’ve never met, hand written recipes, journals filled with poetry, stories, story ideas, and dialogue, and I think both the pictures and words will reveal more about me than even I could say.
Your pictures might not hold that much meaning to you anymore, but for the people who love you, when you’re no longer here, they will become priceless, cherished mementos. So will your words. A collection of poems you’ve written bound together would make it a lot easier to go back and read them. Hint, hint. 🤣
I love old photos in antique stores. There’s something very haunting about them. I always imagine what the people in them were like, but I do that with anything that has history.
This is a long way to go to simply say, I love this poem so much, Brad! ❤
Whatever meandering path you take to be so generous with your praise, I appreciate your journey and thank you. I think what you said is very true. Whatever we leave behind speaks volumes to who we were. Even out of context they can still be revealing. And in ways that, even we as the creators, do not see clearly for ourselves. Art is a reflection of nothing but our lives, thoughts, dreams, and fears. No matter how we veil to truth behind them.
If the “hint, hint” part of that is an offer to edit and bind a selection of my works, count me in. I am not sure what else you would be hinting at.
Thanks for all the support and have a great weekend, my dear friend!
I want a book of your poems I could pull off my shelf and read any time I want. I know that’s awfully selfish of me, but I like to proudly display my favorite artists’ work, and you are one of my all-time favorite poets! Enjoy the rest of your weekend! 😘
A most precise thought to close a beautiful poem. Good work my friend!
Thank you, my brother! I hope you are enjoying the sun and the sea my friend!
You’re very welcome my brother. Yes, a beautiful day that it is!
The third stanza is gold—wow!
Old friends seen in young faces
Young love seen in old pains
Thank you, Pete! I think the counterpoint perspective of those lines is what makes them so readable.
I look at old pictures and the “me” that existed. You always reveal your beautiful heart and soul in your words. And explain things that I feel and cannot express in my own words. ❤️🥰🤗
Thank you, dear friend! You are so very kind.
You’re welcome! 💕🥰
A joy to read Brad, every single line. 🦋❤️love Jonikins
A thousand words and then ten thousand more of the best kind you will leave behind.