Your Image
I find myself
haunted
by your image
Picture of you at every stage
photo after photo
infant to adult
always sweetly smiling
Standing on a
wooden footbridge
the background provided
by Monet and his gardens
at Giverney
The background
seemingly arranged
as a frame
for your luminous beauty
for you alone
Another, laughing
in the orderly
multi-hued gardens
of Holland
Tulips, the fragrant crocus and
those harbingers of spring,
the bright yellow daffodils
taking their young spring glory
from your face
from your joy
from your youth
They would not be
as stunning
nor as fragrant
without your presence
These photos elicit smiles
bring forth laughter
memories of time passed
destinations visited
Yet the others beckon me
as well – the others
I wish had not been taken
Yet I find myself drawn to them
The life and luminosity
gone from your face
Your wonderful porcelain skin
is now obscured
replaced by heavy pancake
The sheen has departed
your long hair
hair that glinted gold
in the brillant
Provence sunlight
Your eyes are closed,
but not in peace
My right hand
clicks the mouse
again and again
I cannot bear these pictures
Yet neither can I ignore them
© 2006 DT (deb )