Solstice Poems—1: 'Color Pictures'

Originally published as ‘Untitled’ by IGNU ©1994 in Solstice 2

Photo by Joanna Kosinska on Unsplash

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Color Pictures


A tear falls so close to my heart,
No one sees it.
Yet, I feel it trickle down
Into the very depths of my soul.

Here, it washes my wounds
With its salty caresses
And I cry out
With the voice of a mother.

My sobs begin 
In a breath holding crescendo.
Each for a memory
I can never hold on to.

If only the visions 
Would allow me to touch them,
I might sleep without longing
For more memories of him.

Tears flow on 
As each day passes.
Trying to forget
The way that he left us.

Wanting desperately to change it,
I grasp for the past.

Death is not the tragedy 
That took him,
But the fading memories
That I know will slip away.

I’ll always be looking back.

But, Color pictures---
They fade with time,
And I have never seen the world
In black and white.

W.Hertz--1990

A look at the original publication with artistic cover, contents page, and printed text.

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