Life One Frame at a Time

Posted: August 26, 2016 in Uncategorized


adashofsunny Prompt Nights – A photograph is but a memory in raw format
“… choose a photograph that you like and write a poem or a fiction piece inspired by it.” Sanaa Rizva


Just a click and time frozen in a millisecond
black and white memory of a single moment
and that is me, knitted-cap, winter boots
with my sister, brother and two best friends
and Mike is holding a string of dead rabbits
maybe from a trap or shot by a hunter who
happened to be on the scene and maybe Bessie
or Mom snapped the picture when the man
let my brother hold the rabbits high. We all smiled,
as though death were such a stranger that we didn’t
recognize his occupation. I suppose the man took the
the rabbits and went on his way. We went on to play,
I guess, in the snow as children do. I don’t remember
this slice of time only the picture testifies to its verity
and a sadness washes over me at the loss of it all.
How young we were. We didn’t know a thing
but we would learn, yes, we would learn.

  1. Oh Debi, this is such a beautifully emotive write..❤ love how you capture those precious moments spent with loved ones.That closing line lingers and leaves a huge impact.❤ Beautifully executed. Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights and for your constant love and support.

    Lots of love,


  2. Rommy says:

    This one is simply amazing. I like the descriptions of youthful innocence and the wistfulness for the time when one simply didn’t think to wonder about some of the harder realities of live.

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  3. The last three lines grab me by the throat. There is so much I want to know about the speaker, about everyone in the picture, about the lessons learned…

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  4. oldegg says:

    Often these incidents in childhood were once done to harden children to the life’s realities. I experienced much the same thing when I was a child such as the seeing dad killing of a chook to eat, mother plucking it and accepting that the meal on the table was with some cost to the chicken! However I grew up during WW2 so the horror of that was much worse that being able to eat each day! Childhood should be filled with love but not without truth. This is a great post!

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  5. georginamorley says:

    Such a sadness behind your words…memories prompted by the tiniest of faded photo XXX

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  6. Susan says:

    I remember that picture….sweet memory……

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  7. Sumana Roy says:

    ” We all smiled,
    as though death were such a stranger that we didn’t
    recognize his occupation.”…oh you had me in these lines and the closing line finely goes with it…


  8. It’s such a jolting thing, looking back at old photos of ourselves, putting ourselves in the place that we once held in time. You express this so very well.

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  9. Jae Rose says:

    Sometimes photographs are a wonderful memory’s sad to think paper photographs are slowly disappearing. I think it eliminates a physical connection the past – a well framed poem!

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  10. sreeja says:

    Nostalgic, beautiful and with insight and hopes…!!

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  11. gillena says:

    This is so tender in its telling ans innocent in its recall; i guess it just applauds this quote so well
    [“Photography is a way of feeling, of touching, of loving. What you have caught on film is captured forever… it remembers little things, long after you have forgotten everything.” – Aaron Siskind]

    much love…

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  12. elleceef says:

    Your words are melancholy to me, sad in a way. I don’t think because of the event but because of lost time,,I identify with the feeling and perhaps it is only mine and not what you intended. Isn’t this what poetry is about? I enjoyed this very much 🙂


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