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Darkened windows
No one home Apartment floor Swept clean Still dust in long lines Not quite parallel Round cracked floor boards Hanging above Lifeless Cobweb marrionettes Senseless sway Shadows do not fall Here anymore In interior space Singed around the edges Old glass frames Multilayered paint on paint Millefeuilles Kaleidoscopic rings Each year recording Strata of your moods And mine Fossil Rainbows Of those who let this place Before Vacant of curtains Sun bleached in ultraviolet Crumble draining All the colors Fading Away Blanched like us All that remains Tattered fabric Bone and stone Quiet acid of dripping time And memories That disappear |
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Darkened windows No one home Apartment floor Swept clean Still dust in long lines Not quite parallel Round cracked floor boards Hanging above Lifeless Cobweb marrionettes Senseless sway Shadows do not fall Here anymore In interior space Singed around the edges Old glass frames Multilayered paint on paint Millefeuilles Kaleidoscopic rings Each year recording Strata of your moods And mine Fossil Rainbows Of those who let this place Before Vacant of curtains Sun bleached in ultraviolet Crumble draining All the colors Fading Away Blanched like us All that remains Tattered fabric Bone and stone Quiet acid of dripping time And memories That disappear An excellent yet bitterly sad word painting here H. I love it and it depresses me at the same time. To me being moved this way is always a sign of brilliant writing.  ((((H))))
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 so melancholic !!!!
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Dearest (((H)))
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so sad...the homes which held our memories and life can be quickly emptied leaving the past stripped bare ((((H))))
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 (((A))) (((May))) (((myAC))) (((pkd))) 
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Picturing an empty cobweb.
Dew sprinkled empty cupboards - no wrapped morsels drying as the sun comes up Glinting the dew crystals into gems of brilliance - A sight to still the hunger as the seeker drinks in a beauty only gentle emptiness can create. Nicely done, slow. |
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Edited by
AngelLight
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Mon 11/24/08 12:11 PM
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If homes could talk!
Nicely done H...
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Edited by
kc0003
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Mon 11/24/08 07:27 PM
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i like that one very much...
just wish it came with snacks... 
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chest stops its expansion
not wanting to disturb the air a voyeur of time stood still rich in memory in melancholy in joyful laughter too ... once the exuberance of youth ... once but not now now stale and musty in its neglected decay and forgotten hope chest remains still in reverence in morbid curiosity Is that a strand of hope tucked amid the filmy webs waiting for new lungs? absolutely beautiful s1ow ... it sent my brain off ... somewhere ... |
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chest stops its expansion not wanting to disturb the air a voyeur of time stood still rich in memory in melancholy in joyful laughter too ... once the exuberance of youth ... once but not now now stale and musty in its neglected decay and forgotten hope chest remains still in reverence in morbid curiosity Is that a strand of hope tucked amid the filmy webs waiting for new lungs? absolutely beautiful s1ow ... it sent my brain off ... somewhere ... a walk in the cemetery, appreciating the solitude, a sadness yes, calm and wistful on a dreary afternoon, exhausted souls, rest here, amid the walking living, who wonder wistfully, showing the fallen, they still dream.... |
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chest stops its expansion not wanting to disturb the air a voyeur of time stood still rich in memory in melancholy in joyful laughter too ... once the exuberance of youth ... once but not now now stale and musty in its neglected decay and forgotten hope chest remains still in reverence in morbid curiosity Is that a strand of hope tucked amid the filmy webs waiting for new lungs? absolutely beautiful s1ow ... it sent my brain off ... somewhere ... a walk in the cemetery, appreciating the solitude, a sadness yes, calm and wistful on a dreary afternoon, exhausted souls, rest here, amid the walking living, who wonder wistfully, showing the fallen, they still dream.... Wow, that is amazing, very good. Well done. you get thumbs up.  
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Did you look under the covers?
Of darkness. Did you listen for a sound? Of silence. Did you smell the scent? Of memory. I am here..never far away...and Home is ALWAYS where the wild heart dares roam. |
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this is all tea stain and sepia tone
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 Good job
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a walk in the cemetery, appreciating the solitude, a sadness yes, calm and wistful on a dreary afternoon, exhausted souls, rest here, amid the walking living, who wonder wistfully, showing the fallen, they still dream.... ooh I like that ... showing the fallen they still dream ...
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Excellent write....
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Misguided wanderer
Landed at my door The place of reminiscences I remember too Impetuous meetings Eagerness Disappointment Disillusionment Welcome to The Hall of Dust The Exhibits moved on Stolen by The New Venue Repolished Shining Somewhere They delight all the museum visitors The tourists Chancing upon a little Corner of artistic obscurity If only more Knew of this place |
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