I am the keeper of lost things,
those intangible imprints of wasted life,
destined to become the destroyer of goodness
and maker of sadness.
I am the collector of vast hauls and hoards,
since time is thievery and accomplice to cruel
love; both take from me, in swift exchange,
my things for harsh space, only to become
entangled in remnants of incomplete thought,
and ‘til sunken eyes and gestures sweep a vile ground –
where lies all a memory cannot contain.
Don’t blunt me with spells and vain speech,
or artistry, somewhat incomplete – you’re of foul tongue.
So consider that, all of these splattered blanks
make this canvass bare –
wouldn’t thou pain if my picture lay there?
Welcome back, Anita.
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I thought, post the scribble, lol. Thank you, Frank! Not sure I am…lol.
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look forward to your current offerings A. Nice to know you’re about again.
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I am, thank you, frank. And will be off and on.
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Nice to hear from you again 🙂
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A tentative return. Jack Daniels. Lol. Thank you!
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🙂
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Oh, Anita! I am so happy to see you back! I’ve missed you, and I hope all is well with you. This is lovely piece. I’m glad to read your words again. ❤
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I’ve been enjoying my break, tackling the garden etc and crafty things, sewing even. Nice you missed me. I do hope you’re doing well.
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That all sounds lovely, Anita. I’m okay. Planning a wedding. My baby girl is engaged. 😊
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Oh, very nice! Be a btiter sweet thing then…aw, good luck to her and get your bossy hat out!
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Haha! I love my bossy hat. And thank you.
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