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sorting photos

sorting photos

long ago, it seems so long ago
all faded now to harvest gold and avocado green
glossy rectangles and squares declare it so

stiff sepia grooms and lacy brides that glow
coiled hair, dark lips, like 20’s starlets from the screen
long ago, it seems so long ago

hosts of people I don’t even know
so many lively smiles, eyes bright with hopeful sheen
glossy rectangles and squares declare it so

Saskatchewan toddler dressed like Eskimo
swaddled in mitts and scarves against the wind so keen
long ago, it seems so long ago

see how Mom made her prairie garden grow
thick marigold, begonia, phlox and climbing bean
glossy rectangles and squares declare it so

we gather with our cousins row on row
even then faces of our adult selves are seen
long ago, it seems so long ago
these glossy rectangles and squares declare it so

© 2012 by Violet Nesdoly

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The Miss Rumphius Effect blog poetry stretch this Monday was to write a poem inspired by a photograph. It reminded me of the poem that I wrote a couple of summers ago, while I was sorting through my Mom’s stash of photos. (I was honored and delighted when “sorting photos” won first prize in the Canadian Stories 2012 Summer Contest this year, and was published the summer edition of the magazine.)

I also wrote a new poem for Trish’s prompt (not yet ready for prime time), as I find photos a never-ending source of inspiration.

This post is submitted to Poetry Friday, hosted this week by the lovely, witty, and multi-talented Renee M. LaTulippe at No Water River.

 
 

Menno Home Christmas

Best Christmases were long ago and far away.
Weihnacht? But all is wet and green; there is no snow.
“Good morning, Mrs. Rempel, how are you today?”

At breakfast munch the toast while carols play…
sang that one in a pageant once and stole the show;
best Christmases were long ago and far away.

No gifts for them! Ach, they want money anyway…
remember sock of nuts with orange in the toe?
“Good morning, Mrs. Rempel, are you well today?

“We’ll roll you to the sunroom where you’ll want to stay
and hear the school kids sing, then Santa—Ho, Ho, Ho!”
Best Christmases were long ago and far away.

“My dear, there’s someone special here who wants to pay
Christmas Eve visit, but she’s rushed—we can’t be slow.”
“Good evening mother darling. You look fine today.”

Another dreary morning, sky is weeping, gray.
Where’s Hank, the kids and Groszpa, where did they all go?
Best Christmases were long ago and far away…
“It’s Christmas, Mrs. Rempel! How are you today?”

Copyright © 2002 by Violet Nesdoly

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I’m re-publishing this poem today in honor of Villanelle Month at TS Poetry Press and the Tweetspeak blog.

Have you written a villanelle? Post it on your blog, then add the poem’s permalink to the collection on the TS Poetry Press Facebook Page to get a mention on the High Calling Photo-Play and Poem December roundup.

 

(This poem won first prize for Rhyming Poem in a 2002 Christmas poetry contest sponsored by Utmost Christian Writers.)

 
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Posted by on December 19, 2011 in Christmas, Form poems, Villanelle

 
 
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