A Photograph

Etched in time

like the tattoo of yours;

showing sights

of time gone by.

Too much brimming

inside a frame;

it's been a long journey

for you and I.

Birds and sand

and endless sea;

But all I see is

something I feel.

Now we yearn to become

the picture screen;

the card, the reel,

the ocean breeze.

Etched in time,

this tattoo of ours.

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-samjam (3rd August 2020)

This is a poem that we had to write about photographs for one of the first classes of 11th standard. It was for this lesson 'A Photograph' by Shirley Toulson. That point in time marked the beginning of so many things for me, it was truly surreal to find this today.

What this means to me today, is sooo different from what I was thinking about when I wrote it, it's BONKERSSS. Reminds me that documenting the Present (like this BLOG!) is extreme fun for future me :D So glad I retained this poem somehow.

Throwback to when English classes where my jammm awwhh :3

If you read this far,,, Who are you??? hehe ok

TOODLES!