Picture This

'it can’t touch
what makes us tick.'

-Love the last lines Tina! And the image of the toad is brillint too ;) Another wonderfully vivid poem!

Magic xxx

Your lovely comment, Magic, matches the sun that is streaming through my window at present, after a very stormy night...

And I thank you for it. Have a good day an' all;-)

Tina xxx

Nicely spun together :) wish I had sun streaming through my window - just damm rainclouds lol

I'll try and magic up some sunshine, for you, Lady-Bathsheba...in the meantime, thanks for reading;-)

I love the last stanza in particular, it's so true and beautifully put together- as is the whole poem. Another gem. You are an artist with words xx

My thanks to you, Beeme. It takes one to know one;-)

Tina xx

Thank you, Julie. I rather like the old sepia photos. Just something about them.

Tina xx

I LOVE the last stanza. This is one of those poems that make me wonder what kind of a person I will be in the future, both on the inside and outside ;-)

Enjoyed. Well done.

Nathan xox

new Silver-spund-sand
brilliant with full of memories.
verse; I like
I've changed,more than a bit
since those sepia days;
blonde hair turned salt and peeper,
faded to gray.
yes clever Artist' words
Mum had sepia photo to before
days colour, and what history
attached to it found all..
julie xx

Yes, I know exactly what you mean, Nathan.

Time changes us all, but if, at any time in our lives, we can look back and feel proud of being the person we were and indeed, have become, then we won't have done too badly.

My thanks to you for your, as always, inspired comments.

Tina xox

superb ending. x

Thank you;-)x