Polaroid and old letters


Life in boxes

filled with things that brought it all to life for a time

fleeting glimpses from the back of the drawer

thoughts drift freely

polaroids and old letters

fleeing one last time

into the chamber of the past



Poetry by jane67
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Written on 2026-09-16 at 18:40

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
The problem is that polaroids fade. Fleeing into the past is something that gives us balance I suppose. This piece is short and unequivocal. It made me think of my photos and letters.
2026-09-17


Artorius
Reminds me of the time I rummaged through my cellar and found love letters from my grandfather to my grandmother. Thank you for helping me unlock that memory again.
2026-09-16