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Where No One Lives

Kellie’s back, and Free Write Friday is on! For those who don’t know, Kellie has been out of pocket for a month or so, and we have missed her dearly! For her weekly Free Write Friday return edition, she has given us a one word prompt: Abandoned. (That’s how we–her fans and followers–felt while she was gone!) Seems she and her family went on vacation, came back, and then started a remodel on their home. THEN, they promptly encountered serious problems, which resulted in them not being able to live in their house for several weeks. Yikes! Anyway, I might write something new for FWF later today, but for now, I’m going to share this favorite old poem of mine with you. I think Kellie has probably read it, but I bet it will have a whole new meaning to her now! Read the rest of this entry »

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Where No One Lives

Last Thursday, on dVerse Poets Pubs, “Meeting The Bar” , Victoria asked us to write something about “where” we are. I saw a poem someone else submitted, that made me think of this one, and I wished I’d used it. I think a lot of folks like the one I wrote Thursday, What Was I Thinking, however, so I made plans to use this one today, on dVerse Poet Pub’s Open Link Night #50. I hope you enjoy it! Read the rest of this entry »

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Where No One Lives

I’ve posted this poem before, but I know some of you probably missed it. I wrote it after Sherry and I stopped to look at one of those old abandoned houses you see every now and then on the backroads, and even the highways, of Texas. Looking at the neglected, decaying house, I could see in the various fixtures the lives of those who had lived there. I am posting the poem on Jingle’s Poetry Potluck #44. Read the rest of this entry »

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Where No One Lives

I’ve posted this poem before, but I know some of you probably missed it. I wrote it after Sherry and I stopped to look at one of those old abandoned houses you see every now and then on the backroads, and even the highways, of Texas. Looking at the neglected, decaying house, I could see in the various fixtures the lives of those who had lived there…. Read the rest of this entry »

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