years and years later,
a neon lit cheerful
looking museum enshrines,
memories- silver and black faded
photos of human faces;
preserved in their emotional intensity.
a careful study for all to
observe and consume.
purple flowing rivers,
black dahlias blooming in crystals,
simulated fifth dimensional
bird sounds,
pink and blue mynahs,
the perfect preserved habitat
with orange horned elephants and pink flappy penguins.
“Ahh! perfect nostalgic times,
we captured it exactly as it was.”
rue the other worldly spectators
as the little black-silver faces and smiles
fade further and further…
into the neon nothingness.
A really atmospheric poem exploring how we capture the past – a past that still looks so captivatingly real, but that past slips away from us, even as we watch. Beautifully explored and expressed!