Albums Poems - Poems about Albums

The pictures of yesterday tell a truth we've forgotten, with our every instant recorded and filtered, rehearsed and scripted. Our parent's snapshots, though some black and white, imperfect and tattered from so many witnesses, are frozen moments in time. We will never be as honest again....

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Electronic books of your face and form taken with a new camera. The eyes that see it are older now. You, all of you, digitally sewn together, pixilated into our history. Long bygone visions of your once and before images caught in thin scraps of time and clipped from much longer threads; Something else, a partial portrait, a revealing of a heretofore of what we both left...

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Old photo albums give a glimpse Of how we used to look. We try to gauge our happiness From pictures that we took. Some snapshots catch us laughing, Maybe in a silly pose, Or with clothes and hair so retro We’re surprised that’s what we chose. There’s a sadness, too, in pages Where the posers, filled with mirth, Are a stark reminder life is short Since...

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One of my Favourite Albums One of my favourite albums and I’m sure it’s not just me, Is Hunky Dory by David Bowie, Because no other album sounds the same, Except for Ziggy Stardust but not Aladdin Sane, Nothing sounds better than Bowies guitars, I know it would be nothing without the Spiders from Mars, Mick Ronson does it a wonderful job, And...

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families collect time-stamped smiles of memories proof of happy times ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Written 1-28-2016...

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In photo albums of the past, The pictures stayed in place With little stick-on corners That today you can’t replace. The albums after that had pages That you had to lift; The photos rested under plastic, ‘Til they’d start to shift. I have a bunch of those, with pages Turning brown or loose. Instead of getting them in shape, I find a good excuse. When I’m no...

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I saw those men in solemn chain trooping from the line hand on shoulder, link to link their bandaged eyes gas blind. The image burned upon my soul, and tied me to their chain A scene imbued with haunting light, my retina retains. The pock marked fields of battered earth with human debris clad, the lifeless shell shocked look...

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