DocAndersen
and drifted away becoming wisps of smoke
that breaking up in the gentle breeze flowed
outward and away.
What is it, then that we hear
ears cupped against the darkness
pressed against the wall
what do we hear
before it is gone?
Do we fear the words
the shadows that the words create?
Do we pull back, recoil in horror
As the words flung
Like sewer hole covers
launching into the sky
or is it merely that they come
through the wall
from emptiness
to ears cupped to the wall
“the likes of you”
echoing and then gone
useless in the age of Social Media.
You cannot transfer
the likes of you.
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Is there anything happier than a child in a swing?
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Yes
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No
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The likes of you are surely a gem in this ever-changing world ???
thank you, that really means a lot to me. The phrase was thrown at me recently and really set me back for a couple of days.
Whatever a person say defines him/herself not the other person ?
i agree, but it still hurts.
It only hurts when the person matters to us. When they are outside my innermost circle, I say waddaheck.
It was just shocking honestly more than anything. I don’t understand why people don’t care about flinging phrases like that at other human beings.
Some memories are good and others one wants to forget…but good words
sometimes the ones we want to forget become important.
Yes, you are right Doc…so true.
thanks. I struggle with that at times. Perhaps if I ever grow up, i will learn how!
You are not alone in that one, I have so much to learn
it is good to know others are in the same boat.
I wish I could go back in the past. I have some lovely memories.
memories can be everything. going back in the past wouldn’t you be afraid of changing today by accident?
I would never come off the swing as a child until dad threatened to remove the swing itself. LOL
that sounds like a dad threat. I think, over the years when my kids were little, I may have said that more than once!
memories are always sweets
that is very beautiful, I love that. Memories are always a treat!
I love that photo. As a child, you could not get me past a playground until I had a chance to swing. I would still swing since I love it so much but I cannot find a playground.
it is really hard for cities to build and maintain playgrounds now because of vandalism. Plus city parts require insurance…
Beings back good memories.
yeah a little wistful for what once was
Well, me with a bowl of salted caramel ice cream comes dang close.
now that is my second favorite flavor 🙂