Thursday, August 6, 2009


going through photos
in the attic
an ancestor looks back
at me..

2 comments:

Jaideep Sobti said...

didn't quite get it. but its well written. i think since poetry is written out of personal experiences, it needs to be seen from the poets perspective to truly appreciate it. :)

Stevie said...

I think these words are more justified with the photo that inspired them. (See my JustWords blog). I thought the man sitting on the bank was looking out towards the lake until I lightened the photo and saw that he was actually looking back at the camera, or at me. Here I was snooping around in the attic, looking at old photos and found one taking a look at me. The man in the picture is the grandfather I never knew.

Thank you so much for your comment. It is much appreciated.

Stevie