Stolen Time Poem by Dónall Dempsey
Stolen Time
Happy
the photograph
lies
curled up(inside)
the box
camera
asleep &
dreaming of being
heavy with
Time &
tangled sunlight
your scarlet smile
biting into
the greenness
of an apple
that startles
with its intenseness
the dripping jewel
of honeycomb
(sunlight solidified)
we two
(Happiness personified)
the memory of it
now
eager to be
born
crisp, clear & clean on
the whitest of white
photographic paper
only for a
(sneaky) thief
to steal(not only)
the camera
& its little
box
but the photograph
to be
your stolen smile
our stolen time
that Past
(that once was ours)
a flickering shadow
sunlight staining my mind.
The mind sees the photograph, before the camera is ever, ever clicked, and thus, the picture is forever mine, scarlet(t) lips, green apple! SNAP! Now you are mine, Forever.
A little bit nostalgic but not too much. Fortunately the melancholy and pessimism do not thrive well in your poems, maybe because of the wind :) or who knows, but the poems bring always optimism and sweet not bitter nostalgia. That is what I like!
Beautiful picture of a picture that never was realised except in your memory. The thief that stole the camera couldn't steal the memory.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/15/2024 10:48:01 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Sigh.... this is so very beautiful. Donall I don't know how you do it but you do it so very well... this little poem seems effortless but it is so heavy with beautiful emotion and imagery. I love it... You are fab you are! HG: -) xx