De-clutter

Double post, sorry..

This i find cute, don't know why. I just loved how your transition from each stanza flowed immaculately. I loved the imagery you pulled. Felt like i was reading an excerpt from a novel. This seem like a long lost friends or lovers picture you've stumbled upon. Life is an enigma, you know. We bond deeply with friends or our lovers. However, when we're no more due to breakup in terms of lovers. Whereas incompatibility that'll lead to separation in terms of friends. No matter how much you stay off each other. You've moved on with you lives. Someday when you meet or bump into a picture or any memorabilla of that person. You just smile at such, whether you were in good terms or not. Lovely message and written! beautifully.

A rusty photograph....

I like it because it is wrong, there are no rules in poetry.
Now why would you choose rusty?
Metal rusts, without rust it is clean, crisp and has pure clarity, once rusty it lacks clarity, it shows age.
Maybe the image in the photograph was foggy in your own mind, maybe it has been so long since you saw this photo that the memories it invoked were hazy. It could be that when you carry an image of somebody in your mind, when you see them again after so many years they look different.

ok to the whole poem
stanza by stanza I will probably look deeper than I need to but that is what I do.

stanza 1
I love the opening word, it is under used yet gives of such great imagery, when you rummage it tends to be in desperation, a cluttered room suggests to me lack of organization, to rummage in a cluttered room suggests that you are short of time always, you lead a busy life, could be why you had forgotten about this person.
The last line of this stanza builds the story very well and makes you want to read on.

stanza 2
I like the suprise you portray in this, When I am confused my eyes tend to squint rather than widen, but when you are suprised I suppose you can also be momentarily confused as well, looking deeper...wide eyes point to children and a time when you had less drama and less of a hectic life, maybe this person shared those carefree years with you.

stanza 3
Tiptoed opposes the suprise of finding the picture in the previous stanzas, however to look deeper we could imagine you holding the photograph and the memories slowly coming back, tip toeing is quiet and slow, your hectic life freezes for a few moments, you forget the world around you and enjoy memories that link together with the photo as the starting point.

stanza 4
You hint at his dark side here, was he a bit too much of a player for you? Did you feel that he may have held you back in life. Did you choose a life alone over a life together with him. to talk of lights years is to suggest something from the cosmos, were you two soul mates who were torn apart, interesting you mention glue at the beginning of this stanza, was the belief in him the glue you needed to stay together.

stanza 5
This is a very thoughtful ending, you have let him go, you are hopeful that he may remember fondly the times you had together, but you know there is no going back. Your lives have taken different journeys. I like how throughout there is no mention of why you parted, you are just enjoying your stolen moment.

I told you I look a little too deep, but I liked this and I am glad you are writing again.

don't you dare change the word 'rusty'

You have no idea how this is relates to me....I swear I've lost more friends and boyfriends than anyone...well that's probably not true..perhaps 5 or 6. But when I come across their pictures, it kills me...I miss all of them in a certain way...

As much as your poem is cute at the end and very sweet of you to me smiling and thinking positive, its actually really sad. Because the fact that you say "I doubt you ever think of me but if my name ever appears in your mind" shows this friendship/relationship ended with some unanswered questions...other wise you'd know they think of you...I hate wondering that stuff. And questioning that. It kind of hurts still when you do that....

So glad to see you writing again! Anyone whose lost a friend understands this write :)

Sara...
This piece was really intriging because it is how you told a story in the stanza's...how you were writing the piece as if it was that exact moment you found the photograph.

We often think of people who have crossed our paths...who set an impact on us...gave us memories...yet I can tell that this person hurt you yet you loved them and wish them well...that the good times dissolve our memories of the bad...
awesome

I really like this piece...
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