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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Creative Memories

photograph by India Hobson

She takes scissors and glue to her past
Memories can be recast
A picture here, a picture there
A collage of images hazy and fair.

Creating memories page by page
Erasing the pain, replacing the rage
The friend who betrayed her is once again true
By deft rearranging, old boyfriends are too.

A friendship that died from a hurtful word
Now vibrant with laughter that can almost be heard
Photoshop fixes the postpartum blues
A glowing new mother she'll carefully choose.

She's tired of memories less than ideal
She'll trash scraps of life that don't hold appeal
Forgetting the parts she wants to conceal
Her scrapbook life will become what is real.


submitted for Potluck Poetry, Week 29, Photographs, Memories, and Nostalgia
also submitted for Poetry Clambake
and One Shoot Sunday at One Stop Poetry