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Yesterdays (older lady challenge) |
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Tramp Poet Senior Member
since 2000-01-06
Posts 754Could Be Anywhere... 
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Yesterdays Past crashes unbidden flickers of flames dancing, obscuring calling out her name. Images jumbled nary any sense occasionally...clears layers fall away. Crystalline sharpness perfect recollection... girls laughing, jumping rope making circle blur. Please, please, hang on, hang... gone like leaves in wind replaced with another dropping from nowhere. Clatter of ancient projector spinning film disjointed, confusing she cries out her fear. Knowing in her knower bad, away...slipping away she sees the girls reaching, almost touching. Pushing the others aside desperate to hold just this one gone...spinning away again and ever again. Sitting near windowsill crying; silently, gently crying watching things spin along hanky catching yesterdays. ~~~~~~~~~~  |
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Local Parasite
since 2001-11-05
Posts 2527Transylconia, Winnipeg |
Very beautifully put. It really is sad to watch the yesterdays fall apart and away, to be replaced with the new todays, that they might fall away as well... She cries because today will soon be yesterday too. You wrote this very well, I commend you. Parasite "Faith" means the will to avoid knowing what is true. |
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