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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla 
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Attic debris One day I chanced on old debris. The remains of a Christmas tree. And I stood in thoughtful stare, At all the things that were there. Memories played on every view, Each object gave a special clue. The remnants and the bric-a-brac, Brought flashes of memory back. It was a pleasant pause for me, The presents and the Christmas tree. Remembered looks of happiness, Each present, a huge success. The warmest of togetherness, And warmer as the years progress, And though we keep in touch I fear, Distance seems to grow each year. I keep the remnants and the tree, Useless things, oh except to me. I visit them when I am near, It's always Christmas up here. |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
I know what you mean about those memories! So precious aren't they? Another WELL DONE to you, Seymour! ------------------ Denise |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
As nostalgic a rendering as I'd hope to find. Hidden also in the attic of my mind. *Beautiful, Seymour ------------------ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Denice, I thanked you once, I thanked you twice, And now I'll have to make it thrice. Good night and sweet dreams. Marge, A lovely comment, from a lovely person. |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Oh, How sweet  |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
Attics cherished memory Could never be a small debris Debris is what is thrown away memories are here to stay I note I've used that never word I never thought I'd ever heard And never would I contradict A poet's poet's word he picked So never mind, i'll never find find A finer word inside my mind No better word than small debris It fits the verse just perfectly |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
Would that I were a small debris A piece of tinsled Christmas tree Would that I were forgotten bough A small debris remember now In attic's dusty shadowed light At one time donned with Christmas lights Would that I be the small debris Described in poets epopee Remembrance of his Christmas joys And wonderment of Christmas toys A bought to make his teardrops swell Remembered long, remembered well |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Hoot, Thank you so much. Elizabeth, I love your gergarious style, It stays me such a long, long while. Full of sweet and honey dipped phrase My heart goes wild my mind a daze. A child with sweets I would have more. And in you words I do. Seymour |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
My response to this fine piece is in "The Icicle Winkens"... ------------------ Sunshine Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
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Miss Abagail Mannering Member
since 1999-09-01
Posts 136byron, il |
beautiful work...i love your style ...you like to use the old flavor as i do ------------------ "Some people aren't worth a puddle of ant pee in the middle of a dessert when it's 100 degrees in the shade." -me |
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