Thomas Starr is a licensed massage therapist and is returning to college to finish his bachelor’s degree in English. He has been writing poems as a hobby for about a decade. Check out his tumblr.
Yellow Photographs
By Thomas Starr
Images float in the sepia tone horizons
The blurred negatives left undeveloped
Mixing with grains of sand, scattered sea urchins
The bitter salts blend in the everlasting wake
An outline of a woman on the framed beach
Lingering beneath rays of a coiffed sun
Waves of Polaroids crashing on bleached shorelines
Faded portraits of grey albums washed away
Pictures began to move in a beachside dive bar
Sad little slideshows playing on shining barstools
Floors tiled in grainy reflections of past lives
Menacing eyes stay frozen upon the figure
Morphing now to yellow, empty, blurred, faded
The features are distorted, body mangled
A figure in a two-dimensional limbo
Stored away in shoe box prisons under beds
I love sepia. Last year one of my daughters and I went through my mothers old pictures. They just get better with age. Like I imagine yours have. This brought back fond memories. Thank you for your delightful poem, even if they
were…Morphing now to yellow, empty, blurred, faded The features are distorted, body mangled
Love the last two lines.