In the cleaning out of cobwebs I found my mind today Amidst old books And magazines of yesteryear
~ by An Imperfect Servant on 11/02/2009.
Posted in Poetry Tags: Poem, Poetry
Yesterday . . . today. Meaning does seem to find one in the most unexpected places.
This was short, but touching. Well written.
Miss D
Miss Demure Restraint said this on 11/03/2009 at 8:56 am | Reply
Thank you, Miss Demure.
An Imperfect Servant said this on 11/05/2009 at 10:31 am | Reply
This totally brought Elizabeth Bishop’s “One Art” to mind. Love the implied intent behind this one.
Jaymie said this on 11/03/2009 at 12:04 pm | Reply
I’d love to here your perspective on the “implied intent” that you see in this poem. Sometimes I just write what lines come to mind and begin to understand only much later after writing.
An Imperfect Servant said this on 11/05/2009 at 10:32 am | Reply
Loved this so much. Terrific.
Sara Fryd said this on 11/06/2009 at 12:24 am | Reply
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Yesterday . . . today. Meaning does seem to find one in the most unexpected places.
This was short, but touching. Well written.
Miss D
Thank you, Miss Demure.
This totally brought Elizabeth Bishop’s “One Art” to mind. Love the implied intent behind this one.
I’d love to here your perspective on the “implied intent” that you see in this poem. Sometimes I just write what lines come to mind and begin to understand only much later after writing.
Loved this so much. Terrific.