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aziza
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since 2006-07-09

Posts 2995
Lumpy Oatmeal makes me Crazy!

0 posted 2006-08-10 12:32 PM

I can close my eyes and see it.
The long wooden kitchen table,
scarred from use,
worn from being wiped and cleaned.
The wood has lightened in time,
and the sunlight that streams through the window
makes it appear even lighter
as the grains dance in the beams.
Those beams have names
... Shoodle Doodles ...
some place, some time ago
I would talk to the dust beams
as I sat on the floor.
I was a baby
and the light and dust
may have been magical.
Magic is a large part of my life.
Not the magic of potions and spells
the magic of dreams and imagination.
This is my magic.
This magic now felt within the old table.
The table I see has patterns from being used
scars from scribbles
initials carved on a leg
and it smells like lemons and mineral oil.
If it could speak,
it would tell tales of fears and dreams.
Instead it cradles tears in the seams of wood,
and it keeps secrets safe.
It holds laughter
and listens to words.
Some tables are the glue
that hold the histories of families.
People come and go
but the table can hold safe dreams,
fears, laughter and tears.

aziza

Marge Tindal

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since 1999-11-06

Posts 42384
Florida's Foreverly Shores

1 posted 2006-08-10 09:42 AM

Aziza~

This is a heartwarming nostalgic penning~

Stirred many memories for me~

*Huglets*
~*Marge*~

~*The sound of a kiss is not as strong as that of a cannon, but it's echo endures much longer*~
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LeeJ
Member Patricius

since 2003-06-19

Posts 13296

2 posted 2006-08-10 10:24 AM

penetrating, like a resurection of thoughts from a thing, that carries around reminders of life....pound for pound a cherished read and marvelous write.

divine chaos
Senior Member

since 2006-07-09

Posts 617
dancing 'neath the moon

3 posted 2006-08-10 01:43 PM

I have a table like that *smiles* My grandmother gave it to me several years ago ... i used to play under it in her kitchen when i was little ...

wanna come over and build a fort under it .. we can drag all the munchkin's toys under there and have a good time

~*Sheli*~

By words the mind is winged
~Aristophanes~

Interloper

Member Rara Avis

since 2000-11-06

Posts 8369
Deep in the heart

4 posted 2006-08-10 01:46 PM

If only they COULD talk

Earth Angel
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since 2002-08-27

Posts 40215
Realms of Light

5 posted 2006-08-10 02:02 PM

There you go again! ~ Engaging all my senses and stirring up memories. You truly have a gift. Your poetry moves me beyond words. Reading your words is always an emotional experience for me.

Another

Thank you!

Loving Light,
EA

aziza
Member Elite

since 2006-07-09

Posts 2995
Lumpy Oatmeal makes me Crazy!

6 posted 2006-08-11 01:19 AM

Thank you all.
I love that you enjoyed this piece of my mind.

JamesMichael
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since 1999-11-16

Posts 33336
Kapolei, Hawaii, USA

7 posted 2006-08-11 06:59 PM

Lovely...James

Alison

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since 2008-01-27

Posts 9318
Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy!

8 posted 2012-01-14 01:18 AM

JL,

I had to go back and find this as I had pretty much forgotten about it. I am amazed that 1) you remembered Shoodle-Doodles six years later & 2) that you remembered that I once posted here as aziza.

Thank you for bringing the table back to my life.

A

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