For through the years, she held so much in grace...
Beyond the moments of her stolen times,
Staring stoically through us, another place,
Secrets hinted at deep within like rhymes.
Always looking beyond the doorway step,
Longing to see him coming round the bend,
Quiet stolen memories laid as she wept,
Letters postmarked from places he would send.
A pose struck, like stone afore the dim light,
Yet, as her heart poured out, darkness was laid,
Left alone in the world, she passed on that night,
For through the years grace, but a price was paid.
Left a longing heart as her will would be,
No others welcomed in her life she stayed,
But there in her day, no one else could she see,
For through the years grace, but a price was paid.
Petrina Lesko
June 2011
An interesting photo shared this week for the Magpie Tales prompt. The sale price struck a real chord of those who leave this world with no one to cherish the memories. While yet others, forget to take the time to capture photos of the memories, always engraved yet still in our hearts.
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| photo by Tess Kincaid offered as Mag 70 |
For through the years, she held so much in grace...
Beyond the moments of her stolen times,
Staring stoically through us, another place,
Secrets hinted at deep within like rhymes.
Always looking beyond the doorway step,
Longing to see him coming round the bend,
Quiet stolen memories laid as she wept,
Letters postmarked from places he would send.
A pose struck, like stone afore the dim light,
Yet, as her heart poured out, darkness was laid,
Left alone in the world, she passed on that night,
For through the years grace, but a price was paid.
Left a longing heart as her will would be,
No others welcomed in her life she stayed,
But there in her day, no one else could she see,
For through the years grace, but a price was paid.
Petrina Lesko
June 2011
An interesting photo shared this week for the Magpie Tales prompt. The sale price struck a real chord of those who leave this world with no one to cherish the memories. While yet others, forget to take the time to capture photos of the memories, always engraved yet still in our hearts.
36 comments:
What a lovely poem to go with the photo. I also find it sad when such images are up for sale, with no family to claim them. Perfect words to spin this story.
A beautiful true heart..you expressed the longing and the loss so well...
I hear sounds of longing in your poem. Very good. Amazing to go to estate sales or flea markets and find so many portraits unknown to anyone. Like unknown soldiers. -- barbara
Yes, the price did strike a cord in our thoughts. Thanks for the visit. Have a wonderful week.
E :)
I especially like the second verse!
the prices we pay, oh my- thanks.
Nicely written, poignant quatrain, Petrina. Everyone has a history and so much remains unknown to others. BTW--I think I already told you this but I love your dogs.
Such a poignant poem, she does look sad and lonely.
A sad song! Was there no one who wanted this photo of a long ago damsel?
"...staring stoically through us..." A phrase that is full-to-the-brim with meaning.
A heartfelt tribute to those who left no one to remember. Beautifully done.
— K
Kay, Alberta, Canada
An Unfittie's Guide to Adventurous Travel
Another heartbreaker. The photo is evoking so much sadness. I think it could be that sorrowful price.
She paid a price for her steadfastness. "Secrets hinted at deep within ..." Beautiful, and what always intrigues me about these photos. Lovely, lovely poem. Thanks for the comment on my post.
Hm ... I just left a comment but I do not see either the comment or a note for "awaiting approval." But loved the poem.
I love where the picture prompt took you -- very nice!
Beautiful rhyming sequence; really conveys sense of loss. Thanks.
How beautiful. Well crafted poem with vivid imagery. I love it.
..oh, sad pondering's here... your words volumes a thousand colours to my ears... the prompt this week's quiet sad... thanks for the adorable read.(:
Brightest blessings.
~Kelvin
So deely felt..who could not align themselves with her? That photo really led you to a brilliant poem...
hmmm. Someday all our images will be out there trying to find a home. The ones my grandmother left behind, so many are not dated nor marked with names... But the images are wonderful, none-the-less.
lovely poignant poem.
a wonderful response to the prompt that touched so many
A lovely poem for the prompt. We all seem to have taken her to our hearts in one way or another. Great rhyme scheme, Petrina.
You painted a vivid image with words ~~ of a beautiful, lonely woman.
I really like your form and repition... your poem is like a tragic love story.
Sad and beautiful.
A heartbreaking poem, going along the pic so well...an excellent take
What a change . . to read a structured, rhymed, metrical poem amidst all the rambling hastily stuck together "free verse." Well , the free something. Thank you.
Yes, a price was paid. Love this.
Oh this is beautiful I loved deep emotion, you could definitely tell the picture affected you deeply. Truly it was a very affecting image, hard to tear your eyes away from really.
What a sad, beautiful poem. Wonderful response to the prompt!
wonderfully sad and beautifully written...
Solid rhyme work.
This is so beautiful - bravo!
Anna :o]
So well written...gives one pause to think. Beautiful.
Just beautiful the whole write, sad but so very beautiful....I am glad I stopped in to read this wonderful piece of poetry...bkm
A lovely poem and well written... and certainly a lot of truth in the summary paragraph. Nice post, Anna.
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