(6
Feb 2011 – The path is solo, the air cold, the bench is empty, and I grow old. dht)
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Where once a
familiar and frequent trespasser,
Now a
phantom traveler of 'déjà vu'.
Imprints
swept clear of seasons' generations.
Lingers nay
such tenders of my day.
Forges well
the pang of lost venue.
Springs oft
the tear of Heart's regret.
Hushes
passion of songs unsung.
Transients
all the gifts of laughter.
Spirits grow
cold as time shifts.
Messages
take flight on wings unfurled.
Wary's the
soul on roughened path.
Paths grow
cold as I grow old.
Journeys '
end and
the dance
done.
[Dorothy
Hazel Tarr]
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In
this offering: What do you notice about the words? Their meaning? Sentence structure? Pairing of Sentences? First word, middle, or last words of
Sentences? What words could be
substituted? What connection words added
for clarity? What meaning of your own
would you assign to these words, phrases, sentences?
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OR, Why didn't you just say so! ------------
In the past, you were often in company
with companions and BELOVED ones, but today those people and times spent
together are only memories.
What has gone before by your family's
many generations, has been forgotten and swept away by time and the inattention
of the current generation by their failure to continue traditions and tell the
'Family Stories' so the richness and texture of your family can be passed to
future generations.
The warm memories of your life are
fleeting.
The regrets of life are deeply
imbedded in your Heart.
The tears fall upon the cheek while
the Heart despairs.
While the joy of life is within you
still, their song must be silenced, for no one wants to share your joy or your
life's song.
Laughter is a blessing both rare and
precious, and has many benefits to Heart and spirit, but those benefits are
temporary, and die if not renewed with more laughter and joy of living.
Your attitude and Heart travel the
path of melancholy as the days and years pass by so quickly and you get another
year older and deeper in the debt of despair.
There is always communication by
FACEBOOK, email, telephone, internet, or whatever, but never face-to-face.
It is so difficult to hold your head
up high or keep your chin up, when your life is so hard right now and Hope for
the future gone on the wings of time.
Old age is a coffin filled with
coldness and limited opportunities; the glass is half-empty or half full.
All too soon, your life will be over
and your struggles and despair at a welcome end.
[Dorothy Hazel Tarr]
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