The lost are lost... the broken are broken... all may be gone
But look in the cracks, look through the slats
The passing of time cracks and erodes
The ghosts are still here, and they have long memories
Peel back the layers, open the shutters that hold the pain
(Wendy blinked back tears as she gazed at the crumbling hacienda; she was going to fucking KILL her realtor)
Once this was my home - it holds my memories still
As the door glides wide....my heart will smile....at the beauty within
The dead-orange paint pulled back like bedsheets in my hands
Yes imprints of our passing flow as breezes across time
But memories are forever held - inside our walls
The contributors:
The lost are lost... the broken are broken... all may be gone (Jim Bronyaur, www.twitter.com/jimbronyaur)
But look in the cracks, look through the slats (Jeanne Baldwin)
Peel back the layers, open the shutters that hold the pain (Michelle Dennis Evans, http://michelledevans.blogspot.com )
Wendy blinked back tears as she gazed at the crumbling hacienda; she was going to fucking KILL her realtor (Monica Marier. http://monicamarier.blogspot.com/)
Once this was my home - it holds my memories still (Tessa Conte, http://www.tessasblurb.blogspot.com)
As the door glides wide....my heart will smile....at the beauty within (Cynthia Schuerr, http://www.theheartofwriting.blogspot.com)
The dead-orange paint pulled back like bedsheets in my hands (Kaston Griffin, www.akashio.wordpress.com)
Yes imprints of our passing flow as breezes across time (Claudette J. Young, http://www.claudsy.wordpress.com)
But memories are forever held - inside our walls (Cari Main)
1 comment:
A Line At a Time # 20 ...
I am new to Soft Whispers, so this is the first ALAAT I have partaken in. I think the result is incredibly AWESOME !!! Thanks for giving me this chance (and I trust many more) to share with all of you!
Jeanne Baldwin
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