of things in a frame

of things in a frame

the picture frames hung upon the walls

of my house

in an ambient,

yet reverent silence

adorning my home

with a warmth of memories

and there were some

sitting on Coffee tables and such

some were ornate

others plain

but all placed where

there

as a reminder

of this path i have walked

at some time ago

into my “Now”

i sit and revisit

thoughts, smiles and tears

i had let ease into

a state of distant embrace

where these memories had been bedded

embedded into my character

shaping me

molding me

yet still holding me

in a weathered tethered web

that could not

would not

let go

there were pictures

of my children

friends, acquaintances

sisters and brothers

my Father and Mother

and grandchildren too

and many other souls

i at one time knew

and though i was somewhat cognizant

of the people

who adorned this steeple

where my life’s alter resided

which coincided in my now

there were the times

that somehow

escaped me

and left me

to become some sort of history

reminding me

of who i used to be

i look at the holders of these memories

and each perhaps had a meaning

some uplifting

some gleaning me

from my hull of self

i look at these frames

who embrace the names

of the times

in a land of rhymes

the ones i loved

and love still

yes, these frames

embrace that part of me

i no longer face

a part of me

i had long put away

just for this day

that i may reflect

while looking

on the meaning

of things in a frame

Frames

sometimes a thought

sometimes a word

sometimes a taste

sometimes a smell

sometime a touch

but always a feeling

(c) 12 January 2012 : William S. Peters, Sr.

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