(from 1981)
.
Your smile stakes a claim
on my past.
I laugh and talk small
as if the tunnels
through our hearts
had never been connected,
as if I had no claim to stake
on any part of you.
.
© 1981, 2014 Betty Hayes Albright
August 27, 2014 by Betty Hayes Albright
(from 1981)
.
Your smile stakes a claim
on my past.
I laugh and talk small
as if the tunnels
through our hearts
had never been connected,
as if I had no claim to stake
on any part of you.
.
© 1981, 2014 Betty Hayes Albright
But the question is…..do you still dig?
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LOL! Good question. That particular mine caved in many decades ago – (my highschool sweetheart). This was written after a chance meeting 30+ years ago. We’re both older and wiser, and there’s no more gold in them thar hills! But yes, I still dig! 🙂
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🙂
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What an interesting metaphor…enjoyed your poem.
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Glad you liked the metaphor, Charlie. 🙂
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How time changes things, and if we care to reflect there are always new things to learn.
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Yep! And sometimes the more things change, the more they stay the same. 🙂
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And so things change in the deep mines of our lives…
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It does seem inevitable… and yet there is often that rock bottom certainty that something loved will always be – on some other dimensional level perhaps?
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