It is the same house
once inhabited by generosity
now plundered by successors
-they’ve taken away
values and wishes of harmony
principles and precious belongings
heat of arguments
pervades the air
wispy strands of warmth
disappear into oblivion
legacies do not define
they degenerate..
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Legacy to me can often be like a burden or even a prison.
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Thoughts of leaving legacy emanate either from emotion or an inflated ego.
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Hopefully the warmth will return. (K)
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Hope is a matter of perspective.
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I like this…I think. The whole poem spoke to me, but the last line gave me pause. Legacy means something other than progression to me. Perhaps, I missed the point but either way it was well-crafted, and the image was perfect!
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Thank you, Susan! Would love to know more about your views on legacy.
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Reena, you chose a wonderful image to go with your poem. The cyclicity of things mean perpetual waxes and wanes. The place in your poem is a terminal point before the next cycle begins. Great lines:
“wispy strands of warmth
disappear into oblivion”
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Thank you, Lisa!
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You’re welcome.
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