INGRAINED

02 09 14

Ingrained in every last tomorrow

you have been and will be

but in the flame

fueled recession

of tonight

you stand grainy

but gleaming

 

I'm here too

standing next to you

gleaming

but grainy

 

Cinnamon and sugar

bump a chuckle

out of my poetic

wad of non-fiction

errands

 

Every last tomorrow

 

Some seep

out of vision like

a little lake from

a broken dam

Others seep into now

like a model worker

punching in early

 

Now is alive

and it's real as a dream

while asleep

 

Cinnamon and sugar

dance in a puff

inside my palm

Let the souring colours

do their worst

I can administer

enflamings of your being

through my fingertips

 

What you said

is the mere vehicle

of your remembered voice

What you are is an angel's

seashell reminder

of what a mind can do with a photograph

 

How did I not realize a photo is a hand-held angel?

Author's Note

Reviews

[Traci]

A very soulful, personal write. Love the last stanza and your closing line. Photographs are exactly that...a hand-held angel. They grant us peace, comfort, and stir our imaginations. Without photographs and memories there would be no growth, no reminders, no keepsakes. Brilliant writing, Steve.

[kublakhan27]

Thanks so much my dear friend...it is indeed a personal write, for another dear friend who is hurting. Photographs will never replace the real thing of course, but they are the greatest source of comfort, and they keep spirits alive. Thank you as always Traci, for your friendship, love and support...all the best to you.

[redflutterby]

I love your taste in music...lol!! And your abstract like weaving of words always thrills me!! ;-)

[kublakhan27]

Haha Right on ;) So glad you enjoyed it Red, thank you as always :)

[Frieda P]

Sweet cinnamon & sugar write Steve, a wee bit different than your usual pen, released from somewhere deep in the throaty utterances of remembrances and warm bits of affection's light. I can't say enough about this one, it has touched me in a way I can't really describe my friend.

On a lighter note, I'm not gonna even ask what a 'poetic wad' might be ;-)

100 dreamy angel kisses xoxo

[kublakhan27]

Haha Yes it was one of those nights love...not really much I can say I guess, it's all in the poem...I'm just thankful that it touched you and meant something to you. I'm also glad that it inspired such a poetic review ;) Don't worry, it's a purely mental metaphor ;P Thank you Mrs.R, for everything...xoxo

[Frieda P]

Had to reread this one tonight, it was just that kind of day. That last line still got to me, just as it had the first read.....much love my friend....xo Did you know your video was removed?

[kublakhan27]

About the last line, I've never revealed this before, but that was the first line I wrote, and I swear it took a couple of hours before the next line came, then the rest of it gradually...I don't recall this ever happening before...that's got to mean something :) Love and hugs my dear friend...xo

I just noticed the video before you mentioned it...I'll have to fix it when I have more initiative...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

it's like we are two pictures side by side...a combination of cinnamon and sugar...a little out of focus and grainy because we have had so many "every last tomorrows"---there is still heat, but sometimes the flame is too much...and sometimes the sweetness is overwhelming...

and yet...i realize finally...i am real, you are the dream, the picture of a dream...

you are gone...and i am holding your picture...the picture of an angel...

i wish i could remember you even better than i do.

amazing write Steve...but you never disappoint..one person here who constantly inspires me to write.

i leave your words, and some of mine come into view.

[kublakhan27]

Thanks so much my friend, it means the world to know that I can evoke those emotions. I promise you that the inspiration is mutual, and your support means the world. Thank you Jacob.