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Beautiful Glynn...just beautiful.
What memories lie ingrained within the walls? What secret lifetimes lie forever lost therein? Hope and dust...so many like that child lay wrapped in such, for so long, condemned to hide within books and attics...a pity of a thing, a *horror* of thing, but your words encapsulated it all, and beautifully so.
there they remain for sure
I think I've read every book/memoir-related piece about Anne Frank, and several editions of her diary. May she never be forgotten.
lovely write...i imagine there are many stories that once filled those walls...
still walkingthroughhope and dustin the silenceone can imagine
Excellent write Glynn, all old houses have a story, mine is haunted I'm sure of it. Beautiful lines here my friend x
Excellent piece Glynn, and having seen the house in person I can tell that you have captured the essence of the place very well.
A poem with echoes in its walls. I first read her diary when I was about her age and I will never ever forget it. Nor should the world forget, and obviously you haven't, what a universal human document it is.
powerfully moving ...
Hi GlynnA beautiful tribute... and perfect imagery.. I could almost touch the silence..ॐ नमः शिवायOm Namah Shivayahttp://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/02/whispers-tanka-and-search-for-being.htmlConnect with me at Twitter @VerseEveryDay
Grat capture of time, place, feeling.You've done it agian Glynn!
a very descriptive piece. great one!
Wow, Glynn, have you ever been there? This is good.
I read your poem before I looked at the photo. I remembered an empty house across the street from my grandparents. The man, a widower had died and my cousins thought it would be mysterious and on a dare two of us opened a window and went in. Your poem echoes the feelings I had there. Looking at the lives of two dead people yet their life dusted over was on display for two pre-teen girls. Extrapolating that with Anne Frank's life is a chilling and disturbing enjambment. These were old people, she so full of life. Excellent write, my friend.Gay
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