Gone

April 28, 2016lillian

The house,
filled with yesterdays.
Sirens in the night
its newest memory.
Frayed rug askew
on cold oak floor.
Empty mirror
waits for her return.

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Kunal Thakore April 28, 2016 / 10:55 am

Your piece and the picture, perfectly complement each other. Very nicely done!

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- lillian April 29, 2016 / 8:23 am
  
  Late in my replies — apologies. But do so appreciate your words here. Glad you enjoyed!
  
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  - Kunal Thakore April 29, 2016 / 8:26 am
    
    Sure did!
    
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AnnMarie Roselli-Kissack April 28, 2016 / 6:14 pm

it seems we were both channeling ‘yester,’ Lillian –
I can imagine a beautiful, young woman seated – brushing her hair, thinking of fresh hope…
your words bring these pictures into clear romantic focus – a sepia tinted dream from yesteryear
am:)

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- lillian April 29, 2016 / 8:27 am
  
  Thank you AM. A little late to me reading and replying — out and about all day yesterday. And — drinking my first cup of Chemex brewed coffee this morning — just the glass pot…not electric. Have had bad luck with last three electric drip coffee pots and finally in frustration went this simplistic and aesthetically pleasing route. I must say, there is an aroma here — the coffee is abstolutely delicious (there is a taste to it) — and the ritual of making the coffee was soothing to the soul. I’m sold! 🙂 Wishing you a good Friday, my friend.
  
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  - AnnMarie Roselli-Kissack April 29, 2016 / 2:23 pm
    
    you’re welcome, Lillian-
    ooo, I’ll have to check out your coffee pot of choice – my coffee has tasted horrid of late – I’ve been spending a small fortune for others to brew it for me:)
    Happy Friday
    am:)
    
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whimsygizmo April 28, 2016 / 6:57 pm

Oh. Just stunning. So much longing here.

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- lillian April 29, 2016 / 8:29 am
  
  Thank you. Yes — there is a longing – and there is also an understanding. Life moves on, even if we’e moving a bit slower than the outside rings.
  
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oneta hayes April 29, 2016 / 9:27 am

“Sirens in the night, latest memory” – how powerful. Great piece.

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- lillian April 29, 2016 / 9:44 am
  
  So very glad you enjoyed this one. Nice to see you this morning, Oneta. Truly appreciate your kind words.
  
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annell4 April 29, 2016 / 10:17 am

The click of your heel on the brick floor….echos in the hall…nice write….

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- lillian April 29, 2016 / 10:43 am
  
  Thank you! 🙂
  
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