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Last Saturday I posted some pics of a small part of my house and got astonished at how successful they were among my friends. Never before had I got 16 comments on a Saturday! Those photos are special to me but, so normal and bare!? Taken with my mobile! Yet, thank you so much for those beautiful comments. You people are great.

My fave of the week was AGE VISION, which came up just by saying to myself “The old man…” I loved so much your comments on it. Wow!


On the right you can see some pictures of the actual house I wrote SOLITARY “for”. It’s a very decrepit old house which has attracted my attention ever since I was a child, for its solitude and beautiful surroundings. Lucky me I can go and visit it whenever I want- every time I go for a walk near my house (less than a mile away…) Again photos taken with my super mobile!


BUBBLES I wrote thinking about you my friends, because of that LOVE which has actually grown between you and I… It’s like bubbles, subtly tangible. Some of you are really special to me (you know who YOU are, so no need to mention). Except for the one living at the bottom of my nearest continent- most of you are on the other side of the Atlantic… (I haven’t forgotten the English or the Australians, right?…)


FUNNY DATE I wrote mainly because I am so fed up with my not getting a date these days… and especially because this week, in class with some of my students- we’ve been reading about Speed Dating. And I thought…well, in my case it’s “Self- Dating”, and that poem was born…


On Thursday I took a rest and yesterday I had no idea what to write in 55 words- I always like it to be fun and at the same time thought provoking. Although I’ve been to therapy a couple of times, these true dreams I’ve interpreted myself… for something I’ve got to know about this one I live within…

Again I’ve loved the comments, especially those of Shay… So that’s why I’m also posting a poem today!


This goes to my special blog-friends who, for different reasons, seem to be openly concerned about Death. Curiously their names all start with ‘S’…


UNTITLED


Are you afraid?

That’s typical, so pray


Where do they go

After passing away?

Do they fly

Do they get any sleep?

Or is it all they do?


Are they near here?

Gone with God?

Or are they themselves

Gods and Goddesses?


Are they cold, depressed?

Or are they so happy

That just can’t say?


Are they old or young?


Whatever they do

Wherever they are

No answer I get


Yet, my sixth sense

Keeps telling me

That must be a nice place

Where no-one ever rests…

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©Dulce

8 comments:

Sherry said...

I am in awe of your sixth sense...it leaves me feeling hopeful...death not need be an ending...♥

steveroni said...

Dulce, I could give you my answers to every question. The fact that you ask leads me to ponder (for a few moments!) the "meaning of life". Then I continue simply LIVING it.

I wish we could discuss this, maybe I'll write a blog (next week???) and use this poem for a topic. With your permission, of course! How 'bout that, Cheri?

HEY! MY name begins with "S"...Holy Crapola!
UNAFRAID-A-RONI

Dr.John said...

Sometimes poems are better unexplained but thank you for the explanations.
Todays poem is very very insightful.

Fireblossom said...

Oh my gosh! *blush blush blush*

Well, you know that I love YOUR comments too! :-)

This is such a neat post, Dulce. I think it is really interesting to know something of the circumstances that caused a poem to germinate, and I don't recall anyone making a post quite like this one before. I love it!

Dr.John said...

Missed your comment yesterday.

Shadow said...

thanks for the poem sweetie, but no, still scared...... you see, it's not something i can change my mind about and go back. it's so darn final!!!

Nessa said...

Thanks for sharing your inspirations with us.

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