Photo Album -------------------------------------------
bring the past to life.
Pictures of the past
bring tears to my eyes.
All the days have gone by,
Always, so quick.
Where was I?
Behind the camera,
Trying to save it all,
keep us all there.
While omitting myself,
I wasn't aware.
though this was short i loved it...you captured everything in few words...i understand this completly when i was done reading it ...reminded me of the day i was looking at pictures of my daughter since shes been born...and most taken by me...so i really have no pictures of me and her together as she was getting bigger...purps
A truly profound statement: "While omitting myself, I wasn't aware." I am a photographer (an amateur at that) and I find that what emotions you have expressed here are very true to me. Many times I feel that the pictures are the only true way to capture memories. Our minds even will fade with timeand forget, but pictures don't forget, but they can fade as well.
You bring up an interesting dilemma: whether to capture the moments that are passing you by with the camera, or to instead live the passing moments, but neve keep them, because you are living in them.
You could, however, have someone else take the pictures, or put a timer on the camera.
I hate having my photo taken. I don't want to see myself, it's enough to look at my reflection somedays, without having that on file for the rest of my life. I see a false smile, butt too big, boobs on their way south and a spare tyre large enough to go on my Land Rover lol. Your poem made me think though, I wasn't sure why I didn't like having my photo taken but I suppose, thinking about it, it's because I am not happy with myself. But hey, I have promised myself a makeover when I am fifty and I am going to have all my Southern bits shoved North. When this happens, I may consider a photo or even two :-)
This poem is so simple and yet so real. I find I enjoy poems like this the most. Straight and to the point without all the extra stuff. Anyway I can appreciate this poem because I do the same. I take so many pictures trying to preserve the times and yet never include myself.
Hey, I like the idea for this piece and I'm always a fan of the short poem, so you have my praise there. The things I think could be worked on are some of the phrases and structure. Firstly, I don't like the repetition of 'past,' either have it in the 2nd or the 3rd line, not both. I think if you really tried, you could find a much better way of saying what you want without using it. As for the re-wording, you could do it like this:
[Photo albums bring the past to life. Pictures of the past bring tears to my eyes.] - I'll leave these for now, since I already commented on the re-working of the 'past' thing.
All the days have gone by[-] Behind the camera Always, so quick. Trying to save it all, keep us all there. "click".
[Where was I?] - This is the crux of your poem, it shouldn't be lost in the middle. This should be the last line of your poem, whatever you choose to do with the rest is up to you but I think, this should be your ending.
[While omitting myself, I wasn't aware.] - Not sure, if you need these...
I would rather be behind the camera instead of in the picture. There are not many photo's of me in our album but I prefered it that way. You might have an alternate motive but I am sure that it wasn't on your mind at the time of the pictures. I am not sure. My problem was that I didn't and still don't like to be photographed. The cure for not having any photo's of you is to have the kids and hubby take some and you get to stay away from the camera. HAHAHA There has to be a rule that mommy has to be in all the pictures and she can't touch the camera. HAHAHAHa