Monday, June 20, 2011

Sepia Strangers

Magpie 70



So many snap shots

How am I to know who these people are?

I am left with boxes

So many boxes

Sepia strangers one after another

Mysterious relatives or friends long forgotten

Who is that holding me over the seal exhibit?

So I can feed a slimy fish

And who is that I sell framed for a dollar ninety nine?

Sepia strangers

One after another

I am the last one

The oldest one alive

All who can identify

Run free in another plane

And care not for the sepia strangers

Who will eventually fade

Forgotten

Boxed and shelved

25 comments:

Kathe W. said...

I too am surrounded by sepia strangers....boxes and boxes....good post!

Brigid said...

A lovely piece..sepia strangers, such a lovely title, would make a great name of a book.

DebbyMc said...

I have those boxes. I mine the last remaining uncles' memories for what they know, but they don't know all the names or places...I feel a responsibility but know I will have to let it go. This was really a good post.

izzy said...

Oh yes we do those photographs! I am
always relieved when someone has actually taken the time to name and date them- thanks.

Jinksy said...

At least we have photographs - ephemeral though they may be. Centuries back, no such things existed...

Shari Sunday said...

Good job. Very good take on this prompt.

Sioux said...

"Sepia strangers..." such a beatiful phrase.

Kay L. Davies said...

So true, so true, being the oldest one left and unable to identify the great- and great-great relatives, when no one else wants the photos.
— K

Kay, Alberta, Canada
An Unfittie's Guide to Adventurous Travel

Reflections said...

A fabulous piece... love the sepia strangers sometimes found... I am the last... wondering who will find my sepia strangers and what stories will they know.

Glenn Buttkus said...

Before I lost my grandparents
on the late 80's, I asked them
to both share their lives verbally,
and I transcribed page after page
of long hand; but mostly they
would argue over the particulars
of each recall. I did the same with
their ancient photo albums, but
now all rests in a battered small
suitcase that my grandfather used
to store his oil paints in, over in
a quiet dark corner of my furnace
room.

Tumblewords: said...

I, too, know this story. Albums, suitcases, boxes. You've written with exquisite thoughtfulness and depth. The title is perfect!

WINDOWLAD said...

…the last lines are captivating… it compresses all the emotions raised from the former lines… adorable… and the title’s wisely shaped. Thanks for the read.(:

Brightest blessings.

~Kelvin

Lyn said...

The final keeper of the past..and memory gone..you really brought this home..lovely and sad...

Margaret said...

...boxes of sepia strangers. Very intriguing thought. I wish there was writing on a number of old photos I have... dates, a few names would have been nice.

Isabel Doyle said...

a lovely response to the prompt - the burden of memorials

Monika said...

So intense in every word of it. A lovely phase 'Sepia Strangers' and a deeper meaning.

Helen said...

Kristen, I am the oldest too ... with so many boxes of old photos. I have sorted, given many to family members, scanned many onto my computer ~ all precious mementos of generations.

I loved your Magpie.

Ann Grenier said...

Wonderful take on the prompt. I too love your "Sepia Strangers" and also have unnamed photos which I sometimes wish I had not acquired; so maddening not to know who they were.

Rinkly Rimes said...

Sepia Strangers'...that phrase sums up the feeling we experience when we look at old photos.

Steve Isaak said...

Good flow/thoughtful work.

Lucy Westenra said...

Very astute poetry. I don't see the point of the spaces between the lines.

Tess Kincaid said...

I find it very sad that family photos go unidentified. It makes me want to write the names on the back of every photo I have.

Kristen Haskell said...

There is no point to the spaces between the lines. I orignally wrote this in word and when I saved it as a web file this is what I got. It wasn't intentional. It just kind of happened like this.

Martin H. said...

We have boxes of treasured strangers, too.

mindlovemisery said...

Oh I love this one I feel like I am looking through my grandmother's old photos I just love the title that's repeated through out. Beautifully done =)