My life
is sealed
in long-ago rooms
packed into forever boxes
and stacked in the someday closet
Linked to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads where they asked for micro poetry using the phrase “long-ago rooms” from Maya Angelou’s poem “When You Come”.
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Oh my, I do love this,,
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Perfect!💞
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Great sense of time moving in two directions.
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You nailed it!
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The someday closet. I like that. I had a friend who used to say, about certain mishaps, “Put it in your hope chest and hope your hope chest burns.” think I like the someday closet better, though that carbonized hope chest served me well. 😉
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Lovely! I like the way your phrases compliment each other in successive lines.
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So very clever – love it.
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Perfect!
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This is absolutely perfect.
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So beautifully done!
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stacked in the someday closet …. just brilliant ….
oh those skeletons and bouquets like to knock …
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I love the rhythm, the layout of the lines and the last one is heavenly.
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The someday closet – perfect!
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Yes, enjoyed your perfectly packaged poem!
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You perfectly capture regret and anxious hope in so few lines! Excellent write!
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Thank you!
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My pleasure!
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