Dusted Off Words

These dusted off words lie in wait for the placing,

They fell through a hole in my heart long ago,

I can find no path from the floor to the paper,

I’m afraid their journey from here will be slow.

Recycled memories are still ripe for the taking,

To twist, turn and re-shape into poems and prose,

But that’s now a journey they’ve grown weary of making,

Words tire on a path that everyone knows.

So what to do with these dusted off words,

As they lie in wait for the placing?

Just shove them back through that hole in my heart

To await  the slow death they’ve been facing.

©   DiAnne Ebejer 

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About DiAnne Ebejer

I am retired and live on the East coast of Florida where I spend much of my time reading, playing with photography and trying to write some "poetry and then some" at dianneebejer.wordpress.com. I care deeply about many things and wish there was much more love and compassion in this world today. I also have a part time blog "Thought You Might Like This" diannesthingsat.wordpress.com used for special projects and occasional things of interest
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2 Responses to Dusted Off Words

  1. ontheplumtree says:

    Love your heartfelt poetry, DiAnne. You give such attention to detail. Love you!

    Like

  2. Love that you love my poetry! 🙂

    Like

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