As hard as I tried, her name still escapes me,
a face so familiar, but one Noun seems to flee.
How do I retrain my old brain to retrieve thee?
this doubt is a force that prevents self-belief.
Who am I, where am I, was this just a dream,
old memories are fading, this seems so obscene.
A name sadly drifting, with thoughts of the past,
Faces are dimming, I fear my friends shall not last.
Some say what’s in a name? Well I say everything!
for without ones identity, you become just a thing.
Memory lacks confidence, now I fear to look back;
as another happy photo returns back into the pack.
I reach for a picture to seek a clue that may cure,
Jovial are these photographs of parties with liquor.
A fond memory at a dance with one face and a smile
no name on the photograph leaves me sad for a while.
Fading are these pictures like the files in my brain,
How long can I hide, how much more can I retain?
But bold must I be, to say look sorry my dear mate;
I’ve mislaid your name, a reminder would be great.
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.