//Pictures//

//Pictures//

By Elie Sharp

Two roses dipped in purple have
Nothing to their names but the lasting memories
Of a young love grown old together

Love is not eternal, but it is to those watching
Far away from seaward docks and rainy days
Away from love’s kisses and palpitations
Love is not eternal

Love lives on in photographs, that's what
The man on the inside says as he crops
And trims and pastes and captions and collects
Memories outside of the heart and the head
Late into the night, searching and scanning
For more puzzle pieces so someone else
Can see the whole picture of their love
Love is not eternal, but maybe it could be

Yet pictures fade and memories rust and
Puzzle paintings only do so much
Justice, so where will that love be when the vessels
Are gone and the purple-dipped roses dry up?


Elie Sharp is a Junior at the University of Colorado: Boulder who is currently studying English: Creative Writing and Technology, Arts, and Media. Elie focuses on poetry and fiction writing. She is a part-time archery coach and a full-time Whovian. If she had to choose between utopia and dystopia, she would choose dystopia because it’s far more interesting.

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