Where have you gone my close companion,
the chains that secure me, swing no more?
Left dangling, I wait for your re-arrival,
to cradle and feel your flesh I adore.
Barely a breeze this hour hath moved me,
I crave joy to resonate through my chain.
Sweet memories linger forever after,
of you rocking my old and fragile frame.
I long for you to climb up onto me,
as your perfume lingers upon my links.
Like a wild pendulum, you left me swinging,
perpetually trapped, like an Egyptian Sphinx.
redundant in this ghost-like playground,
not one child’s whisper doth remain.
Until a siren echoes all through this valley,
to my delight, we are rejoined once again.
By combining Poetry into a photograph you get POETPICS or PHOTOPOETRY.
A phrase of philosophy integrated into a photograph = PHILOETRY
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See how this and other poems play a part in the Story 'Finding Harvey’, crafting another dimension of creative writing = 3D-Poetry.