sepia were the tears
that fell
upon an old dog-eared page
too numerous to collect
so he turned them into words
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sepia were the tears
welled up
in a sons loving eyes
conveying but a whisper
of years that had been lost
*
sepia were the tears
upon my cheek
the day my eyes beheld
a journey of pain
intermingled with drops of love
This poem is inspired by a story told/ a journey of a fellow blogger, photographer, sojourner in a sepia world. The journey he shares too poignant to not shed a tear. Read his story (Frizztext) and tell me if you don’t feel the same.
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Thank you for visiting Moondustwriter. One of the many exciting things I've had the honor of doing is writing with an E. African team that is developing elementary curriculum for African children. As a writer, it is a thrill to help children (on all continents) who want to learn.
I've been part of the blogging community for more than 10 years. Some old timers may remember the award winning (2011 Twitter Shorty ) blog community - One Stop Poetry. I was the co-producer of that fast growing blog community.
I am a published writer, poet, artist and photographer. I have written, as well as edited, for periodicals, radio, blogs and fellow writers.
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I’m happy, that my writing inspired you to this poem!
I’ve set a link to your poetry at
http://flickrcomments.wordpress.com/2013/08/06/weekly-writing-challenge-i-remember/#comment-44582
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there is a rich story in your reflection…
thanks FT
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Loved it!
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your description presents an interesting point of view – created by lyrical language – and lyrical mind!
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Wow … now this is one can call a masterpiece … sepia tears, awesome.
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This is so beautiful.
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