Forgotten Venice
You peek around the corner
of a photograph
of crumbling canals and domes.
Did you deliberately allow
this picture to be taken of you
knowing that facts blur
evidence gets mislaid?
In the scene I am nowhere
but your telephone number
is on the back, now bleeding
into invisibility.
A lifetime later
I am tempted to phone you-
to connect to that life
all lovers have
beyond the snapshot of reality,
beyond even
their own memories.
(C) Eric Ashford July 08
Comments
Hey Eric.
I really like this poem. I think it's ready to go out. I like the whole "spy-lover" feel to this in the second stanza with the word "evidence." I like the sadness. Beautifully and simply done Eric!
Lucy
Thank you Lucy
I wrote this about a year ago but it was not right.
Luckily I found the time to revise it this morning!
e
Thanks Blue
and congratulations! The pics will always be a part
of your circle of reality now.
e
Thanks Renee
I had to set a place for the subject of the poem
(the work stems from a real life-experience),
perhaps I should have fleshed out the locality
some more. Its always a good idea
to set a specific scene in a poem and not
go for a generic scenario. It probably
only needs an extra line to do this.
Thoughts to ponder
e