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Offline Wordweaver

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Down in the Alley
« on: October 10, 2017, 10:29 AM »

Down in the Alley

It's sad to visit what once lived so well
And see all of the poems have turned pale.
The friends that I knew have vanished like
the morning dew in bright sunshine.

Was it only yesterday when some now departed
souls were pitching poetry like hay in a loft?
When the meadows were in full bloom and all
the categories were ablaze with new material.

The bells were ringing and pens were singing
as the harvest season celebration was endless.
Words were plentiful, all the silos was stuffed
full and the joyous feasts were continuous.

Out in the distance dark clouds were forming,
no one noticed and all left the cellar doors open.
The winds of change began to sweep away the
planters and seed disappeared into the haze.

The clouds still hang low but the soil remains
wearing its half dream of restoration.
Until the poets in the alley come back this way
until the words come dancing from across the bay.

Weave
a good poet is like a bride
Something old, something new, something borrowed
but mostly you.

Offline daisyxo

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Re: Down in the Alley
« Reply #1 on: October 11, 2017, 11:03 AM »
Hey Weave ... words so true, yet we can't give up.  So many years and friendships.  Life has taken most of us away from the days when we used to sit for hours in the chat rooms, and poetry boards.  I have replaced the multitasking of shuffling through many computer screens, and writing a poem and searching for some of the new material to add here ... with working a full time job, going home to work some more because we own our own business.  I try to have hobbies  (you know us artsy type people have to be creative in all aspects of our life) ... throw in some illness from family members, loss of family member, kids, grandkids, reorg at work, health issues creeping up on us, elderly parent, and just when you think there's time to log in and read, or write poetry, well, there's always something that comes up.  I keep thinking soon it will settle down ... maybe when I retire!!!
~ Marsha ~
 

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