Taking Mental Pictures

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Poems

A poem reflecting on memory.

There's a twilight beam of light

Upon my window

And the winter's spiny frost

Upon the glass.

Like a shadow moves

When candles move about

The two have formed a window

To the past.


My life has taken bows

With pictured clips

Of this and that

And things that came before.

All the things

I did with thoughtless provocation

Passed before me

And then they slammed the door.


The mind is like a camera

Taking pictures

Bits and pieces

Are remembered with each flash

All else is just a blurry

Scattered maze

Reforming like the Phoenix

From the ash.



JE Falcon


Submitted: December 12, 2020

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So good your writing.Loved it!!Thank you for this fine read!!

Sun, December 13th, 2020 6:40am


No, thank you for your kind comment.

Sun, December 13th, 2020 4:44pm


Beautiful work, JE!

Sun, December 13th, 2020 6:19pm



Sun, December 13th, 2020 4:43pm

Angel Acuna-Robinson

This seems to allude the notion of stream of consciousness...and sense memory...evocative.

Mon, December 14th, 2020 5:02am


It could well be, but try not to overthink it. I meant it to be more about the emotions one get from their visuals, "the slamming of the door" --- "The ashes" --- like that. --- Thanks for reading, and the thought provoking comment. I'll have to think about it.

Mon, December 14th, 2020 3:54pm

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