dusty drawers
cobwebbed closets
yellowed papers
dogeared tomes
tearing away
distant past
half filled diaries
unfinished poems
ruffling of notes
a bout of sneeze
a dried up leaf
bleached
veined
rumpled sheets
.....a hasty scrawl
a teardrop perhaps
fudged the ink
yet legible
"you've made my day"
just those words
too far away
fogged in time
yet.....
they spilled
a thousand years....
once again
a bout of sneeze
running nose
a taste of salt
on the tongue
oh! this dust
cobwebs
memories
too many to handle
too much to bear
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I feel ya. And I needed the 'you made my day' part.
ReplyDeleteWe all need it
ReplyDeletePoignantly written. What was given so many years ago sometimes holds more impact when seen from a long view.
ReplyDeleteYes and one doesn't know the depth of it Penelope
ReplyDeleteI've run across old, mostly forgotten notes too, just to have tears spring to my face.
ReplyDeleteOh Rommy! I know what you must be feeling. I was looking for an old document without which I won't get my pension. I am still looking for it?
ReplyDeleteI hope you find it!
DeleteYour poem leaves me wanting to do some autumn/winter cleaning. I need to find a picture of my late brother--to give to his daughter as a holiday gift. But I've been anxious about going through his things...
ReplyDeleteI'm waiting for Spring cleanout.
ReplyDeleteAll that dust and the sneezing are what we should be thankful for!
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