A Bookish Sunday- Sitting with Old Friends


I’m sitting here on a Sunday morning surrounded by old friends and some just acquaintances

All in all, they have been part of my world, whether as whole tales or just footnotes in the tale of one’s own life.

As with old friends, some remain close

Others are thoughts and feelings of one’s past

And as time moves on, we have a chance for new friends

Some to stay and to share their stories

Many more will come and go, as our own time allow.

There are old friends, sitting on shelves collecting dust

Knowing that they won’t be pulled off the shelf

It is time to se you free

For the unopened, unread book

It just seems so sad

When someone else might be excited

To turn your pages

To view the world thru someone else’s words

So I may take another Sunday morning

I will sit here and open your pages

One more time

To share my thoughts of you

Before I say goodbye

Weekly Photo Challenge: Threshold


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Sometimes it is the the images and words of others
That are woven into ones’ own experience
Patterns are form
Never able to go back
A different view of the world
Beyond what any one person could live
Of good and bad, but hopefully never indifferent
Stepping over the thresholds
Knowing that one can never know all that is
Yet, maybe being able to see some things a little clearer

Weekly Photo Challenge: Inside


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Thoughts and imagines inside
Expressed on paper
To be opened
To look inside
The hearts and minds shared
Transformed by each one’s own life
To the world that is out there
That not one can fully experience
It is the bits of each combined
That gives each of us a fuller life