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(posted by Kerry)


Still Life Adolph de Meyer (1908)

Dimmer grows the memory
of your face once etched
in the blood of my heart.
Distortion cloudies
the letters; they droop,
fade from fame.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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4 Responses to Dimmer

  1. Carrie V. H. says:

    I love where you went with this Sara. Like the flower and the beauty can fade so to can memories. This is lovely. I also wanted to let you know that I started another blog prompt site much like Magpie Tales. A photo will post every Sunday and you will have all week to link up and join in. I would love it if you joined in. I understand if you have too much going on, but if you decide to here is the link: https://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/


  2. Oh, the fading is imminent. Age and time distort memories, as they do life. That is the nature of things.
    So well thought. 🙂


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