Stripping away the rose colored glasses of denial concerning my reality. Getting in touch with truth. Reaching out to others in empathy concerning their reality and their walk to truth.

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

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On this page. 
A summer day, long ago. 
How long ago was it? 
Was she even sure? 
No date, just a few initials scattered throughout. 
She might match some names with those initials.
She might.
Then again, she didn't pen them.
Her aunt's handwriting, nearly smudged.
In a book of worn, dog-eared pages.
The leaving of a book to her.
From her aunt.
Written in life, given in death. 
About a summer day, long ago.
On this page.

22 comments:

  1. An intriguing poem with wonderful imagery.
    "Written in life, given in death.
    About a summer day, long ago
    On this page."
    Lovely and oh so suspenseful!

    Julie

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    1. Hi Julie. Thank you for the compliment. My great aunt's diary is almost impossible to decipher. I made this up from the bits I could read. maybe I should play more with it(?) Some sixteen pages in handmade book.
      Thanks again (smile).

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  2. that is one truly gorgeous photo!

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  3. You chose the perfect illustration for your beautiful poem!

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    1. Thank you, Debra. My aunt's diary seems to be a summer encounter, but being difficult to read, I'm left to my imagination. (ha ha)

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  4. That;s a perfect poem to go with the book, and so poignant. If you wouldn't mind, come on over to my blog and link in for others to read as well, Dixie.

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    1. Linda Kay - you're so polite. I'm not sure how to do that. (smile) But it would fun to see what people think. Should I continue doing the rest of my aunt's diary? Of course it's all made up because her handwriting and the ink are so old and smudged. Let me know. (smile)

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  5. Sure the page says a whole lot. Awesome pic too

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    1. Hi Pat. I've had the picture since 2006 - I hate to say I don't know where it came from. I painted my own version then, but a computer crash took out my photo of the painting. Of course I sold the painting without thinking I'd need another photo.
      The pages, I've been reading from my great aunt's diary... mostly illegible, so I've been playing with an imaginary story. Just wanted to see how this would received.

      Thank you, Pat!!

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  6. The picture is gorgeous! I could stare at it for hours. And the poem is nice too - summer does seem long ago.

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  7. Beautiful words and gorgeous picture!

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  8. It's always strange to read the diary of another.

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    1. Hi Robin. It really is. I wish I could figure out more from it. (smile).

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  9. I love this poem. I felt like I was part of the scene, reading the page. :)

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    1. Tyrean - I'm so glad to hear that - very nice!!!

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  10. The picture is great and the words lovely Dixie.

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    1. Thank you, and I was just headed to read about your move (smile). See you there!!!

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  11. Love the picture and the poem, you are so talented. Thanks for stopping by my blog and commenting!

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  12. Catherine, thank you for the kind words.
    I read two posts, then decided to add you to my reading list, so I can catch more later! You're very talented as well, and witty! Thank you for visiting me today (smile).

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