Shades of Gray

Shades of gray still the moment,

A two-dimensional view of our own depth;

Silent, yet worth so many words,

Whispering of memories…

Touching what can no longer be held,

That moment gone, yet living anew;

Emotion gathers in the eye,

And draws its solemn path,

Tracing the curvature of one’s cheek,

Falling listlessly through the air,

Splashing upon the faces below,

The photograph now flooded,

But these rushing waters alter nothing,

Every moment that has lived has died,

And thus, cannot be changed;

Passion; compassion,

Engulfed by feelings with no boundaries,

Falling through the crevice that separates,

Mind from heart; body from soul,

Where the edges blur so much…

That the center cannot be seen,

And all is lost amongst these shades of gray.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

My attempt to capture the feelings one experiences when going through old photographs of friends or family, etc.

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Daniel Kolevatov's picture

i love this poem, the way you describe something as simple as a tear dropping. Nostalgia is bittersweet sadness.

Cat Windyk's picture

Wow. This is really beautiful. I love your creative language, it does a really great job of painting pictures. GREAT poem.