Weave your story with mine, and we will never live alone.
Copyright 2021 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: If you have time, watch the incandescent poem below, the inspiration for my poem, found when I went looking for wind and waves. At this time of too many divisions, let’s remember the past and honor each others’ stories. We need to unite, fight the virus, not each other.
Oral Traditions — William Nu’Utupu Giles and Travis T.
Time, present and past. Frozen moments, remembered and forgotten. Beauty, ordinary and extraordinary.
Photographic power reveals in light and dark what my mother looked like as a young girl, or my father as he welcomed me to the world, or myself as I smiled between brother and sister whose faces are only visible in black and white now.
Lost faces, missed warmth, people linger in shades, lines, and shapes, like hieroglyphics of the past.
Copyright 2020 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: For World Photography Day today, I offer this ode, in gratitude for how concrete my memories are, of times past.