#snapshot
A chance encounter
a snapshot in time
life's random moments
are simply sublime
© 2020 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
Aug 14, 2020
Aug 14, 2020 at 12:03 PM UTC
Snapshots
by Michael R. Burch
Here I scrawl extravagant rainbows.
And there you go, skipping your way to school.
And here we are, drifting apart
like untethered balloons.
Here I am, creating "art,"
chanting in shadows,
pale as the crinoline moon,
ignoring your face.
There you go,
in diaphanous lace,
making another man’s heart swoon.
Suddenly, unthinkably, here he is,
taking my place.
Published by Tucumcari Literary Review, Romantics Quarterly, Centrifugal Eye, Poetry Webring, Poetry Life & Times and The Eclectic Muse. Keywords/Tags: snapshot, picture, photograph, photo, album, memory, keepsake, remembrance, token, memento, art, replacement
Mar 23, 2020
Mar 23, 2020 at 12:12 AM UTC
1.) you are loved
2.) i’m sorry
3.) goodnight
4.) please don’t hate me
5.) i missed you today
6.) i’ll see you tomorrow
7.) i wish i could’ve learned to love you
8.) do you hate me?
9.) how can i fix this?
10.) we’re definitely going to see that
11.) do you miss me?
12.) go away
13.) i love you...(not sent)
14.) you don’t.
15.) how can you say that?
16.) it’s all in your head
17.) i swear i’ll do it
18.) i wish we could go back to the beginning
19.) how young we were then
20.) please come back
— take a picture, it’ll last longer (you didn’t) // a.
Jan 12, 2020
Jan 12, 2020 at 10:40 PM UTC
I fell in love
with you
the same way
I fell in love
with words:
slow
unsuspecting
unyielding.
Mar 29, 2019
Mar 29, 2019 at 10:19 PM UTC
I speak your name into the night
my hands crawl across your sheets
and your body isn't there
I wait
the chill in the air puckers my skin
you've got a steaming cup
in your hand, as you come
softly padding in
the nights blue light
and your warm honeyed eyes
"Come back to bed," I say
"My feet are cold."
"I'll be your heater. Am I hot enough for you to hold?"
you climb in and thump my head
We waited there
Till the rays of light
Shined on our forms
Tea forgotten
Sleeping like two children
In a storm
Clutched to one another tight
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 4:03 PM UTC
portals,
boundaries,
encased snapshots,
an edit.
a consumable fragment,
a glimpse,
palatable.
Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 7:02 AM UTC
her hands
on
the
rail
she wasn't thinking
she never
seen
me
coming
the picture will not
show
her
face
you will not be able to see
how broken my body lays
on the other side
of
that rail
below her hair
?
...
..
.
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 6:49 AM UTC
Glass, shattered, scattered,
blasted over the concrete.
A forgotten ketchup packet,
never knowing the sweet release
of being squeezed over fresh fries.
Bricks printed with names, donors,
good deeds in memory.
A bustling street, not crowded,
but busy, whirling and rushing.
The occasional feet, sport-shoed
or slippered, or booted,
crunching past the shattered glass.
Jan 28, 2018
Jan 28, 2018 at 8:58 PM UTC
*my organs in a snapshot
//*
i might rip my lungs out because you’ve become my every
breath, and i can hardly deal with ache in my chest. is it love?
everyone can tell that i am different. everyone can tell that i’m
glowing and maybe it’s because of you, maybe it’s because the
two of us make something like starlight. you are the very
creation of every single constellation, you are my inspiration,
my oxygen, the very consolidation of truth.
you rip my heart out and bring it back moments later. it’s laced
with fairie lights and twinkles, and somehow it’s still whole.
you are the only person that has not torn it apart.
god, babe. no one i’ve met has made me want to sing the way
you make me want to sing. i’m resting my head against your
chest as we dance to our favourite mixtape. slow and sweet,
like maple syrup. it’s been almost three weeks and i know
exactly what this means. the butterflies in my stomach turn into
fireflies and they love you.
and now you’re thinking,
*baby, you’re golden,
baby, i’m holding
on to you.
baby you’re golden,
baby i’m holding
on.
baby, you’re golden
baby, you are,
you are,
you are...*
Mar 6, 2017
Mar 6, 2017 at 7:23 PM UTC
Losing Hope
Isn't freedom
It's just another bond
Placed onto the soul
It may seem easy
To wallow in deep dank sorrow
But that will only break you faster
Truly, the greatest in human history
Rested, breathed away from the situation
But then fought right back against their trials
Or as cave Johnson put it, they demanded
To not stay down because of life, but to see and speak to life's management
So like I said, losing Hope isn't freedom
Losing Hope is another whip to the back
Remaining steadfast is freedom
Though your nights may be dark and your days be black
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 2:40 AM UTC
In black and white across the screen
The sun, peeks over the mountainside
The bright white orb shines through the black leaves
The sky in light gray
And it's the dawn of a new day
One picture snapped on a whim
And hope is caught on the horizon
The camera blinks in time with perfection
Emotion caught on a breeze
A view into the soul of the man behind the moment
There is peace in this place
A picture, a snapshot of insight
An infusion of peace
And the smile on the face of a stranger looking at a screen
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 12:09 PM UTC
"The best things in life aren't things."
I agree.
Empty space around my ribs is far more
Fulfilling
Than eating dinner.
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 10:33 PM UTC
Kindergarten teaches
"Hands to yourself"
Were you sick that day?
Because you didn't hesitate,
Touching me without consent
I'm violated
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 10:23 PM UTC
snow is strange to me;
like soul pieces and frozen tears
landing gently in my hair
biting sharply into skin
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 10:57 AM UTC
Stage makeup only looks good from
The distance of an audience,
And thick foundation doesn't erase stress,
Only sleepless nights.
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 10:42 AM UTC
Exhaustion.
body melting into itself, cushioning
reality with hazy unfocus.
i feel fuzzy around the edges,
static buzzing in my ears.
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 10:38 AM UTC
I am wishing on a dream and shooting for the stars.
Why does that disappoint?
Why don't they understand?
Will they ever understand?
Take time to listen.
Perhaps
Down the road they will find these and find the real
Me.
Do not think any of these poems are finished,
This is just a snapshot of the heart.
In any instant,
The words make no sense.
I encourage all who read these to write about themselves,
Just like I am putting my heart into an unknown world.
Also--
Thank God for the talents He has given you.
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 4:12 PM UTC
A memory so old, turned to sepia
From the pigmentation of Time
Losing all defining boundaries
As the album pages become dog eared
Due to long years of reminiscing
The moments shared together
A happy snapshot, now fading away
Can’t recall anymore on introspection
The album full of memories
Black and white turns to sepia
And ravages of time discolors
Once colorful moments
Captured only in black and white
© Amitav (Radiance)
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 10:25 AM UTC