she heard paper
whispers fluttering
about her like white
doves cooing at sun
set
she saw her past
shuffled into aloof
manila envelopes
memories tucked
away
shadowy recesses
lurking like a defiant
slip hem flaunting
until tugged out of
sight
© Pamela A. Rossow
Exquisite poem, Pamela! I loved the imagery of a slip hem “flaunting”
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May your day be blessed!
Thanks, Martha
Sweet dreams. . .
Wow mate
Oh yeah, you know what I’m talking about
Love it!
Thanks Carl! I dropped by today
Are you ready for HOCKEY????? Woohoo!
Thank you for your visit! I am so ready for hockey. It’s been a terribly long 4 months without exciting sports on the tube!.
It was my pleasure
. Yes, all of the football, football, baseball, football, golf, football, baseball is starting to drive me crazy! Worse is that I don’t have Versus so I haven’t been able to catch the pre-season hockey. Talk about withdrawal!
Is there someone at the cable company you can threaten with death until you get Versus?
Haha, if I want to pay for it, I can get it. Not happening right now but it sure is freaking annoying! Furthermore, I live in FL so it’s not like my neighbors usually have the games on
I’ll figure it out. Sometimes, I just have to listen to it streaming. . .
Nice….as ever.
Thanks so much Janaki! xo
dear diary? don’t hide it
A
Well, now A. I have to hide something