nostalgic moment
in sepia photograph
window on the past
gone, but never forgotten
always held close to the heart
This tanka is my response to Colleen’s #TankaTuesday Weekly
Poetry Challenge No. 259: #Tastetherainbow, in which
we are to use the syllabic form of our choice with a color of our choice.
Shared with OLN #309: SMILE at dVerse ~ Poets Pub.
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Reblogged this on Frank J. Tassone and commented:
#Haiku Happenings #1 (2/2/22): Ken Gierke’s latest #tanka for Colleen’s #TankaTuesday weekly #Poetry Challenge!
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Thanks for sharing, Frank.
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lovely
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Thank you.
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Lovely, Ken. Those moments are held close.
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Yes, most definitely. Thank you, Merril.
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Sepia–great color choice. It suits the memories. (K)
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Thanks, Kerfe. I hadn’t thought about that, but I think of sepia tone as a filter, so that would equate well with memories, which become hazier with time.
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What a sweet poem! I love it, Ken! 🙂
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Thank you!
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This is lovely, Ken!
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🙂 Thank you, Eugenia.
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My pleasure, Ken. 🙂
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I have quite a few sepia photos of my grandsparents. Interesting that digitally today you can create sepia… but its not the same. Well done.
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Thank you.
Yes, and it’s interesting that this photo is sepia, but it seems to be from a photo booth.
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Maybe? Like at the shore or other vacation spot? Usuallly they were small squares from photo booths though.
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That photo would have been 1952, or so. During the 1960s, photo booths were everywhere – department stores, pharmacies, etc. This photo of a certain poet was taken at 13, in 1966…
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I’ve got relatives that take photo booth images every year on the same date – at some theme park – though i think those are now in color 😀
(I was around 9 that year!)
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This is so poignant. Those moments are unforgettable 🙂
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Yes, always held close.
Thank you, Sanaa.
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I love the stories behind those old pictures
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🙂 ❤
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Touchingly beautiful.
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🙂 Thank you.
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You are welcome. 🙂
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You do not get more sincere than that….and like all really good tanka, that 3rd line is a wonderful pivot…very nice…
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🙂 Thank you, Ain.
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Your pivot is striking and the use of sepia really puts this poem into the “past memories” category.
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That’s really very, very sweet, Ken. Thank you for sharing something so dear to you.
❤
David
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And thank you, Ben.
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My pleasure, Ken❣️
~David
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I love sepia photographs and the way the seem to capture the soul. Beautiful Ken.
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Thank you, Linda.
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Beautiful the way happy memories transport us into eternity
Much love…
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Thank you, Gillena.
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This tanka transports the mind back in time…do I hear an old jazz tune in background?
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Wait, yes! I hear that!
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Beautiful Ken. Sorry for your loss!
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Thank you, Dwight.
These two have been gone since 1993 and 2008, but they’re always in my heart and mind.
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I am sure they are…
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Sweet and well delivered. Good title.
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Thank you, Colleen.
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Beautiful and nostalgic!
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Thanks!
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Those old photos surely do open windows to the past. I guess that’s why we keep them. Treasure them, like a poem.
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Will do. Thank you.
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I love looking at Sepia and black and white photos of the past! Beautiful memory!
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🙂 Thank you.
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i know this feeling…
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Sigh
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Mom and Dad? It’s a beautiful piece, Ken. The feelings are so relatable.
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Thank you, Susi. ❤
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You’re welcome, Ken!
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Those who become a part of us are never fully lost to us.
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Amen.
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I loved the depth imbedded in this tanka of yours Ken, that I read today. So much said, so much tenderness and loving melancholy in the piece. The richness of memory. Beautiful. It was a joy to read.
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And thank you, Rob. I enjoyed your reading. The emotion played out in your voice.
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