tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post8358783745422347613..comments2024-03-29T06:38:41.725-04:00Comments on my juicy little universe: metaphor dice iiiHeidi Mordhorsthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16496427007514895950noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-5483021600607887632018-07-06T10:10:43.868-04:002018-07-06T10:10:43.868-04:00Loving this one!! Sometimes we don't notice ho...Loving this one!! Sometimes we don't notice how things slip away from us--until we do. BEAUTIFUL.Paula Bourquehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10856765362075033115noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-68968963525174515242018-07-06T08:03:07.472-04:002018-07-06T08:03:07.472-04:00I've been watching a lot of home fixer-upper s...I've been watching a lot of home fixer-upper shows lately. They are the background for some writing, walking the treadmill and washing dishes. The shows in the UK tickle me because of the lingo. Rooms/homes are sometimes describes as "tatty" or "unloved." Your poem reminds me of one of these shows in a way that a room in a house has gone unloved for a while....not intentionally so. But, it's a really, really good description of what time and the busy-ness of all that goes on in time can do...an erosion of sorts. I love the very complete picture this poem paints.Linda Mitchellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00833034575304594924noreply@blogger.com