Monday, August 25, 2014

Directions For A Photo Album

Admire the pictures of babies and brides.
Tender touch
pressed funeral flowers.
Then turn to the pages in-between;
everything's in the nothing much hours.

For Open Link Monday at Real Toads

16 comments:

Susan said...

So grateful for those normal days in between. Thank you for the reminder in this Powerful Poem.

Kerry O'Connor said...

Yes! All those hours that go unrecorded by camera.. hard for young people these days to understand that concept.

Kim Nelson said...

So aptly put. And it is in those moments we must live and breathe and appreciate value. Presence is of the essence.

Arushi Ahuja said...

so precise and welll cut!!

jo-hanna said...

All makes for an empty book of hours

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Brilliant, dead-eyed observation. Brilliant.

Björn Rudberg said...

Oh those days between.. isn't that what facebook is for?

georgeplaceblog said...

Oh, exactly!

Fireblossom said...

Ever find those high school pix? ;-)

awakenedwords said...

reminds me of the saying "life is lived in the 'dash'", that space between the two dates on our tombstone..

Sioux said...

So true.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I live for those "nothing much hours"......there are never enough of them.

grapeling said...

so good, MZ ~

blueoran said...

You're absolutely right. The substance of love is shown in the ten thousand fleeting and unmemorable moments of an intimacy. And they are all there is in memory.

Marian said...

nothing-much. i'm building a whole life on that.

The Bizza said...

The spaces in between are always the most compelling. I really like this poem.