Parchment Treasures
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| Still Life, 1670, detail by Jean François de Le Motte
Keepsakes
Run amok
Like our love
Memories
Fill parched pages
Ink smeared from salty tears
Long ago dried
But not forgotten
Never forgotten
Unedited
Raw feelings spread
Across the paper
By your hand
To me
Dana
*Written for Magpie Tales
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i am all for love run amok and raw...ha...there is a lovely tenderness in your words...and a wildness as well...smiles.
ReplyDeleteThank you. There's nothing like the feeling of raw and wild love!
DeleteOh, this is wonderfully written! The clever use of the word parched, which makes us think of parchment, ink and tears, such masterful use of language. I think this is my first time here, and what a treat! I'm going to follow your blog. :o)
ReplyDeleteThanks!I really appreciate you stopping by to read and following. I love making new friends.
Deletekeepsakes - do indeed run amok - love that line
ReplyDeleteThanks! I know my keepsakes do. I appreciate you stopping by and reading!
DeleteI'm a pack-rat when it comes to romantic, sentimental items. Loved your keepsakes run amok.
ReplyDeleteMe too... and Thanks!
DeleteMelancholy and sweet all at the same time. Loved it.
ReplyDeleteHugs
SueAnn
Thank you very much... and I needed those hugs!
DeleteI like the notion of keepsakes running amok...
ReplyDeleteThanks! I really liked this pic.
DeleteLove this, Dana:
ReplyDelete"Ink smeared from salty tears
Long ago dried
But not forgotten"
And keepsakes run amok. :) Wonderful!
de
whimsygizmo.wordpress.com
Thanks De! I'm always thrilled when you like my poetry!
DeleteThis is quite remarkable. Succinct but still powerful.
ReplyDeleteThank you Helena and thanks for joining my site!I love connecting with new people.
DeleteVery nice!
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