Déjà Vu In Memoriam for Betty Hardy She wasn’t you Standing at a strange bar In a Carmarthen pub. This smiling girl living in your mask Laughed with another voice. Surrounded as you once were By boys, futureless as memory, Young as immortality. No. She wasn’t you. But only time, and place, and death, Disproved her face was yours. And only growing with regret Kept me from foolishness. Allowing me to bear the unexpected pain Of seeing once again, your stunning face Enthused with life. No, she wasn’t you. You were three hundred miles And twenty years away, And not alive, to hear me say, I saw your lovely image Laugh again today. ©James Rainsford 2011 Note to readers: The image above is called ‘Traces of Deja Vu.’ It is reproduced by kind permission of ~2Mino. You can click on the photo to view it in large format. This poem means a very great deal to me. When I discovered this wonderful piece of photo manipulation by: ~2Mino on http://www.deviantart.com I knew I could finally share this poem with others. Not only did ~2Mino’s work carry the same title as my poem, but his brilliantly decorated girl bears a heart stopping resemblance to the poem’s subject. I feel as though...
Learn MoreWe Cast Pale Shadows We cast pale shadows after death. Not as before, A black and changing silhouette Etched on a sold surface By the sun. Or, diffused by friendly light Within familiar rooms. We become as sudden air across A candle flame, Ephemeral as a single breath, Rare as rainbows on a Cloudless day. Disturbing none, but those who Loved us, for so brief a time. ©James Rainsford 2011 To listen to me read this poem click...
Learn MoreConnect with me
