Monday, March 6, 2017

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What's special in an old family portrait?
Is it the sunny day and rolled up sleeves,
The hair-styles and fashions of the era?

The bold colours of film from a dark room
In an age before high definition
Or digital filters? Or memories shared
By algorithm over sentiment,
By targeted advertising, and then
Quickly forgotten or lost in a flood
Of vacuous distractions, all sound and
Fury, signifying nothing? Perhaps.

Maybe it's imperfection, innocence,
Forgetting (caring for the pets) to pose,
The pure smiles of those no longer with us.

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