Tagged: old
in the middle of
in the middle of
a pandemic, a lunch break,
old and new friendships
.
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the first december
the first december
in the new old home, we have
become privy to
the twilight dialogues between
the heat pipes crossing households
.
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becoming familiar
becoming familiar
with new streets starts
with forgetting old
ones, making room
for new turns and
bumps in the road,
so that there is less
chance for
tripping and falling,
getting lost – still,
we need more time
.
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folding new routines
folding new routines
into old routines is as
carefully concocted
as breaking the old –
we often try
too hard
to schedule the
unscheduled, a
forced impromptu
.
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on day thirty-four,
on day thirty-four,
everything looked
newly old and
agedly new –
we abstained
from leaving
any prints
.
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it’s easy to fall
it’s easy to fall
into the trap of
unconditional love –
young and old
fight for some
form of reigning
title, when taking
any kind of
advantage is
indefensible
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: unconditional
days before the new
days before the new
year, old
memories stumble
upon even older
memories, overlap,
wrinkle, uninvited.
between resisting
and not resisting
is the acceptance
that they will arise
fewer and farther
between in the
years to come.
let them
kaleidoscope in
remembrance of us
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: remembrance
when we moved in, we
when we moved in, we
made a game out of lining the
kitchen cabinet
shelves and drawers – thirty years
of putting things away with love
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: lining
some views never get
some views never get
old – time after time, reflecting
this moment, then this
moment, then this moment, then
this moment and this moment
.
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there are aches in my
there are aches in my
body i can no longer
ignore. every year
we grow older, a new trail
of bread crumbs beckons us home
.
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