Deep
golden
lingering
equinoctial
reflections of mine;
remain forever more
shadows of what could have been;
etched in nocturnal memories
in the grotto of intelligence,
as I sit here in perfect solitude.
Darlene Sperber
October 9, 2009
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Fascinating! I think this is one of my favorite etherees.
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Thank you! I appreciate your reading and commenting.
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When I see the word grotto I always think of some old archival film od Hugh Hefner sitting around pool with scantily clad babes. I can't remember but I think he called some room or home that. Equinoctial, say that three times fast.
I know about could-have-beens. I have a second chance at one of them, pretty darn rare.
Good luck in the class.
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Hi Yem,
Tried to say it three times and could hardly get it out once...interesting how things come out perfectly in our minds...thanks for stopping by and the best of good luck in the pursuit of your second chance...you are right, they are rare...
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