and wonder where are they now, how did their lives
unfold, and what memories drift in the dust
particles behind empty windows.
Here's a bit of rhyme submitted to dVerse, where
we're asked to consider the art of learning. I continue
to learn the nuances of poetry from my fellow poets
here, and I am STILL trying to learn to negotiate
Photoshop for use in creating my digital art.
Submitted to Tuesday Poetics #220
May 8, 2018
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I can feel this a lot too.. what happened to it all, old photographs are the same.
ReplyDeleteLove old photographs and how they make a vanished reality almost tangible. Your artwork is beautiful, Beverly!
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Nicely imagined, Bev!
ReplyDeleteI love seeing old abandoned houses as well. They do take you back. My place was an old abandoned ranch house. So much history there.
ReplyDelete"Barefoot days" brings back memories of my own. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteLove the nostalgic mood of your poem, Bev.
ReplyDeleteThose abandoned homes make me want to learn their history as well.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful memories Beverly!
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