Dusty Drawer Memories

Sometimes,memories come unbidden
sneaking in the backdoor of forgotten.
Through dusty clouds of floating life,
a sharp reminder of a life lived
A strip of photos found crumpled in the drawer,
creased with age and image poor,Â
but just a glance and with no warningÂ
I was back..in the photo booth.
Like crazy kids we pooled our loose cash,
enough  to save a frame for life,
and through the curtain,in we fell
like crazed hyenas,...smiles in place
The seat revolved with manic speed
rIsing up then down to show all faces.
Tongues poked out, slash smiles that grew..
Fingers making rabbit ears.
Who could pull the funniest face?
Distorted - yet benign.
Youths joy at living-spilling out
and saved to celluloid.
I see those long ago lost faces,
eyes untarnished,life unlived
Where did the joy of misspent youth go?
Hidden? Â in a dusty drawer.

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Comments
Brilliant piece of workÂ
My drawers are dusty too....(hehe no pun intended !)
Kieran x
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Love this !
Haha loving the image Kieran! Xx
Hi Lodigiana,
Nice. Life over time slowly but sometimes in spurts remakes us.
It changes us into what we become. This poems tells that story well!
JGÂ
Hi JG.Â
Loving your description about life and the changes that happen...sometimes the smallest of things can trigger a journey into a past that might have dulled with age but is suddenly revived!Thanks so much for your kind words
Lodigiana xx
This is exceptionally capturedÂ
Excellent piece of work ????
much love ?Â
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Thank you so much Charu! really appreciate your comments so much.
Lodigiana xx
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Hey Lodigiana, I love the rhyme and rhythm of this poem. I enjoyed the read, will keep a lookout for new poems (:
Thank you so much Mai BÂ for your very kind words! much appreciate it
Lodigiana xx