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Shake on salt
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Shake on salt |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
 A chain of hands has torn the picture. Many fingers have smudged the paper, And most of the gloss is gone From summer-picnic faces, Caught,it seems, mid conversation. "Shake on salt" are words I daydream-said, Heard-across a sleepy half century To banter here in my space; The words are mute, but to my ears They still sound their benediction. The carpenter speaks- one child listens. The pouting one bulks, a sign of rebellion. At the start of a new age...ripe Like the Mellon that sits, cut open; The three converse, I know they were speaking, But the winds of time have frozen all words, And left me only these constant images, Mute, but steady in reflection. Where did that days light go? Did it return to the summer sun, Prism back from where it came? Or did it absorb in the vellum, To forever transmit these images, Moving them light speed, When the picture book is opened? Whose shoulder was the sun peeking over, Whose eye focused behind the aperture, What finger snapped the Brownies shutter? Who carried the film to the drugstore? Only that day knows for sure, The girls are grown up,can't remember, And the Carpenter Will keep his memory secret, In the locket of his grave, Forever. "Shake on salt", are words I daydream, said... ******************************************** note: This picture is of my wife (on the right), Her Grandfather in the middle,(the carpenter) and her sister on the left. It is over 60 years old. |
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Ticklefingers Senior Member Posts 710 Louisiana |
There is a point reached in which there is more to see in the rear-view mirror than there is through the windshield. Loved the photo and the story/poem. 88's friend  She told me "play one for your supper Danny and maybe you'll get breakfast". |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
I really adore such old pictures. Yours shows that it has been treasured through the years, it probably has also been kept for long times in a pocket, maybe Grandfather's pocket, who did show around his lovely granddaughters. I enjoyed your reminiscing, dear Ford. "Shake on salt" ... I had a Sicilian colleague who always brought fresh lemons and insisted we should sprinkle them with salt. The combination seems a good one. Thank you for the lovely entertainment. Your wife must be a beauty! Margherita |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Thank you Tick.:-) I love to write from pictures, paintings--even videos without sound.. This a personal one. Thank you for reading, and the reply "Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance." |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Margherita... tHE picture was in a box of things that came from my wifes mothers house... I loved it..it gave me inspiration. My wife said her grandfather would not eat watermellon unless it had salt on it..he tried to convince the girls, but they would have non of it. thank you for reading and the reply "Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance." |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Ahhh . . Yes indeed, gotta have that salt . . . Reminds me of some old photos from my growing up time back in Arkansas . . . ~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~ |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
This Grandfather was from Cherokee N.C. Half Native American. The salt thing might be a southern thing? Thanks for reading JP, and the comment. "Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance." |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Great poem Ice! Thanks for sharing where you get some of your inspiration, that was way cool. ~L |
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Pete_W Member Posts 185 Scotland (UK) |
Wonderful story and having read your explanation I can understand the look on the little ones face. Enjoyed very much. Thanks Pete |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Lori and Pete Thank you for reading, and your thoughful replies "Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance." |
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Cari Member Posts 411 Englnand |
Your poem Ice is a pleasure to read, because it never deviates from the theme but stays constant to the last line and of course is well written. Can a single photograph have the power to changing our own and also maybe our collective views? I remember one such photograph of a Vietnamese peasant woman running along a dust road, her clothes in tatters holding the burnt out shell of her baby in her arms after a napalm attack on her village. A moment when America drew a deep breath and said “We shouldn’t be doing this” or at least I like to think so. |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
"Can a single photograph have the power to changing our own and also maybe our collective views?" If it is viewed by a person with an open mind, it can. Perhaps not change , a collective view, but individuals, certainly. The dead child carried by its mother, and others, should have changed the worlds view of war...but it hasn't..all I can do is write poetry about the subject-war- that's how I cope with sabre rattlers, and poser Christians. Thank you for reading my poem, and for your reply "Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance." |
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rainyday Member Posts 304 Heartland USA |
Ice, This is what I like to call a frame it in gold kind of write! I Loved it & the pic. I, like you enjoy writing from images..can be so inspiring, but so far here..I can't seem to get the hang of posting an image. A Fine write Poet.. rainy |
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