False Memories Framed

Stuck in a photo frame,
A memory with no meaning.
Forced smiles
And feigned jollity,
Captured in a moment
Of quiet between storms
(Both literal and metaphorical).
It sits on your mantelpiece.
Pride of place for a false memory,
So old that you’ve convinced yourself
Of a new truth.
What a great time we had!
You say,
Looking misty eyed,
Through the decades.
Curling at the corners
And slightly browned;
It won’t tell the truth
If you don’t…

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One Response to False Memories Framed

  1. wbdeejay says:

    For me, this feels deeper than any other of your poems. Perhaps I understand it well. XO

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