| Open Poetry #38 |
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The Attic |
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TinaTrivett Senior Member
since 2006-07-15
Posts 569
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We assume that life is long & lingering. Years upon years..smiles upon smiles. Walking into sunsets...attics full of memories. Silver in our hair. But life is a light switch. At 2 or 102. The switch can be flipped off at anytime. On any day. At any minute. Sometimes the switch is held back, by an unseen hand. And lights continue to flicker & shine bright. Life goes on. And family sits around a table, through a window in the glow. ....and things are in the attic. |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Sometimes we need to bring those things out of the attic and live them. Much enjoyed your philosophical poem - well put and so true. - Owl |
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TinaTrivett Senior Member
since 2006-07-15
Posts 569 |
Thanks Owl..I wrote that one after my husbands illness/surgeries. He was pretty bad & the doctors are amazed he's doing so well now. ![]() |
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aziza Member Elite
since 2006-07-09
Posts 2995Lumpy Oatmeal makes me Crazy! |
I like this a lot & and I am happy that your husband is doing better. Your writing is beautiful. aziza |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice writing...James |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I love this! What a write! |
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TinaTrivett Senior Member
since 2006-07-15
Posts 569 |
Thanks! ![]() |
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