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    10/16/2009

    Fading

    now just a memory

    synchronized firing of neurons and synapses   DSC_0098(2)

    projecting an image upon the curtain

    of my mind

    by any other name

    they are the same

    but seasons come and go

    and with them

    so do i searching for

    the comforts of  love

    in old shoes

    worn denim

    and known things

    with their familiar touch

    and smell of home

    jrw©10/16/09

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    ROCKET MANwrote:
    Nothing like a good pair of well broke in boots and jeans. I don't think I even own a suit anymore and my "dress shoes" are Reeboks!
    Oct. 20
    Jwrote:
    j2Stephen, Love the poetry of your comment. It is everything and more that I was trying to say!
    Oct. 20
    Bethwrote:
    Lovely words and lovely rose. To quote Johnny Cah, The seasons come, the seasons go, we get a little sunshine, rain or snow, just the way that it was planned to be." I love that song.
    Oct. 19
    Thank you for visiting the Painting Studio and for your comments. There is perhaps nothing as comfortable as worn denim,
    cotton soft rain soaked sun dried faded sky blue golden orange threads at the edges worn, torn and lived in
    boots that have walked all the seasons and held the land underfoot as the lands
    held the walker beholding the lands. It is a blessing to behold the last rose and she is here
    To dry and be placed in a quiet space for my eyes and poetry
    to grace in the winter as her roots dig in
    deep sleep and rest for the rage of spring.
    Thank you again and as ever be well,
    Stephen Craig Rowe
    Oct. 19
    Carriewrote:
    The seasons continue on their path, it is our memories of the seasons that change..
    Oct. 18
    ··¤ SETHwrote:
    Every day we change a new moment in time. A new beginning... a fresh start. As we go thru life and think of the times that used to be, and all the good times yet to come. Just as we can be sure that the seasons will change, we can be sure to have more memories.
    Oct. 17
    I love the four season that an old the way not likes these days? there is not stay on the same temperature?
    The picture is beautiful!
    Oct. 17
    john bordwrote:
    so comfortable....some changes
    Oct. 16

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