A pixel am I.
The smallest element of an image
congregating
with other digital puny images.

Smallest form of
nostalgia found in one click
by one finger
and memories drive to be held.

The lens of life
attracts the dust of pixies
and dancing
particles smear the real time picture.

As a pixel forming
picture perfect moments, I know
I’ll be collecting
in a bureau, dusty and forgotten.

A good read, Gwyd. My favorite part is this:

The lens of life
attracts the dust of pixies
and dancing
particles smear the real time picture.


Les

Gwydion:

Great to see you posting here again! And I see you haven't lost your touch. The last stanza provides such a fitting ending.

Joe

Thank you Les and Joe. I had fun write this one