The silver prints are turning gray,
The faces slowly fade away.
A summer day, a beach, a smile,
Captured for a little while.
I do not know these people now,
Or where they went, or why, or how.
Just shadows in a paper frame,
Without a single living name.
Hanna writes poignant, deeply reflective poetry about the rapid passage of time and the fragility of human memory. She uses the imagery of changing seasons and fading photographs to explore how we hold onto the...
The golden leaves fall in the park,Before the early creeping dark.The monuments are turning cold,As all the passing...
I cannot picture how you smiled,When I was just a little child.The details blur around the edge,A broken,...