Prairie Writers Guild - NW Indiana
A painting by Doris Myers
Memories are the remnants of Grandma's Parlor, shining through like a full moon on a fall night A settee with horse hair batting, upright piano, marble top stand, cane chairs, lace curtains and area rug Parlor protected, saved only for Sundays
Poem and artwork by Doris B. Myers. Linked to dVerse Open Link Night.
Detail of a painting by Doris Myers
Love it, a poem that feels comfortable and lived in.
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Thank you, Mark!
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You’re welcome.
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The painting and words work well together. (K)
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Thank you, Kerfe!
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Smiles.. Parlors Saved For Sunday Conversations Among
Loved ones Without Electronic Devices is surely
The Warmth of a Grandmother’s
Home From the Not
So Distant
Past
That Still
Will Be Found
in Homes Among
Elders Old Enough Now
To Remember When Humans
Actually Touched Each other
Face to Face with No Electricity
At all before Wireless was even
in the Imagination of Science then
And A Show
on the
Radio was
Precursor
To 5 Inch
Worlds now
That Become
Our UniVerse
As Avatars Us
However For Those of us
Who Do not Ride on Big Big
Boats and Planes What Other
Way is there to Circle the Globe
And Meet Such Wonderful People
in Foreign Lands.. True i do Love
The Peoples of 5 Inch Screen
Avatar Life too For You
Can and Will Almost
Feel Little Spirit
Beings Rising
Now Out of
the Screen As
it my understanding Now
That Underneath Each and
Every Avatar is a Flesh and
Blood Human who is Still Alive..
Other Than That Frank Thanks For
The Memories Versus the Future of Now..:)
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Good point about those avatars behind real humans. Thank you, Fred!
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Thanks Frank
They Breathe Too..:)!
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