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I occasionally find a bit of inspiration and put a thought into writing. I've written more than a few of these little free verse zen moments throughout the years-- many were bad, and don't exist any longer. A few remarkably have remained.
This is something I began last night, and I've played with it as I've had the time throughout the day. My usual technique is to write something then set it aside for a period of time (days to months), then revisit it and see if it stays good in my mind, or if I read it and burst out laughing. This one I thought I'd take a chance on and cast to the winds to see if it keeps going or gets blown back into my face.
Read this one and enjoy, laugh if it deserves it, and play with it if you like it.
Have fun!
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A Rediscovery
It begins with a door I come upon at the top of the stairs It creakily, rustily opens for me I find a quiet, dim-lit room A sepia-toned photograph attic filled with parchament paper stacks and piles of crumbling books Dusty dry and crackling Crammed deep into musty corners Long hidden from all the prying eyes Long forgotten by us all Now freshly rediscovered and disturbed The past rudely roused and awakened to sudden clouds of flaking motes Papers scattered like falling leaves Scribblings and sketches exposed An embarassment of wealth Rediscovering all the forgotten musings and ideas, letters and memos Words long ago cast to the winds Thoughts and knowledge Philosophy and communication Understanding and remembering A mighty gift from them to us And then from me to you
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