A poem written in response to a poem written about a photo taken on a first trip together. I wrote a poem about that trip and gave him the poem and the photo as a gift. It was called Bluegrass Journey. Make sense?
leave a record
of memories we long
to never forget.
That moment, on top of a hill,
overlooking a panoramic city,
we stood smiling, together -
the last stop of that journey.
Feelings do not stand
so easily still.
They are not so easily
documented.
But words can capture
what the heart held,
and what the moment
truly was.
A poem, his journey
to remember the past
and build a future,
life and love connected.
Her gift to him, the photo,
to remind him of that moment,
the ones since,
and those yet to come.
Together, they tell a story
of two souls found.
A photo and a poem -
that story, complete.
Their journey, still just beginning.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
Written on 2026-02-24 at 16:03
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Captured II
The moments we captureleave a record
of memories we long
to never forget.
That moment, on top of a hill,
overlooking a panoramic city,
we stood smiling, together -
the last stop of that journey.
Feelings do not stand
so easily still.
They are not so easily
documented.
But words can capture
what the heart held,
and what the moment
truly was.
A poem, his journey
to remember the past
and build a future,
life and love connected.
Her gift to him, the photo,
to remind him of that moment,
the ones since,
and those yet to come.
Together, they tell a story
of two souls found.
A photo and a poem -
that story, complete.
Their journey, still just beginning.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
Written on 2026-02-24 at 16:03
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