dVerse Poets Prosery

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The lines I have chosen for you to include in your Prosery are:

“And I’ll bury my soul in a scrapbook,
with the photographs there and the moss.”

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“And I’ll bury my soul in a scrapbook,
with the photographs there and the moss.”


A warm day, rain hanging in clouds, ready to burst once the sky darkens a bit more. A time to ponder, as I am this morning, with time to think. Days of muted sun cause a melancholy and I often sit too long with my thoughts. Today is a concern for a grandson, living about five hours away now, away from family that he needs, and wants to return to. An adult now of course, but still…


I open the well worn book and see pictures of happier days when grandchildren flocked around, eager to see what’s in the cookie jar, or at the park asking for one more push on the swing. So I’ll bury my soul in a scrapbook, with the photographs there and the moss.

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Take This Waltz

16 thoughts on “dVerse Poets Prosery”

  3. Wow. I think this combines the personal with that magic of Cohen even when he was young to see time passing and wonder about all those photos of those younger special days. I feel for the experience of the grandchildren when more grown up but still can be blown about by life.

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  6. I love the way you set the scene, Cheryl, and build the melancholy atmosphere. I hope that your concern for your grandson has been resolved and that you are consoled by the scrapbook and ‘pictures of happier days when grandchildren flocked around’. I don’t get to see my grandsons as much as I would like to.

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