{"id":45535,"date":"2011-06-20T11:42:07","date_gmt":"2011-06-20T15:42:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/45535\/treasured-drips-inkblast\/"},"modified":"2011-06-20T11:42:07","modified_gmt":"2011-06-20T15:42:07","slug":"treasured-drips-inkblast","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/45535\/treasured-drips-inkblast\/","title":{"rendered":"TREASURED STILL — Drips of Ink\/Blast From the Past"},"content":{"rendered":"


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TREASURED STILL<\/font>
\n<\/font> <\/span><\/font>
\n<\/font>I found them in that special drawer<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/font>reserved for most precious things,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/font>miniature canvases of paper and silk,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/font>folded and woven <\/span><\/font>
\n<\/font>with love and with care,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/font>white-linen and pleated stories<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/font>unfolding one by one.<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/font>
\nAnd as I opened up the fans,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/font>and read each treasured word<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/font>I marveled once again<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/font>at the pictures first seen<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/font>as a child when I had found them<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/font>in the attic along with other things.<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/font>
\n<\/font>On that day as a child long ago,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/font>on one of those days <\/span><\/font>
\n<\/font>that seemed to last forever,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/font>a winter day so frigid and cold,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/font>the icicles in the window <\/span><\/font>
\n<\/font>almost blocking my view<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/font>as I crept up the stairs <\/span><\/font>
\n<\/font>to the attic on that <\/span><\/font>
\n<\/font>cold and gray winter’s afternoon.<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/font>And I found the boxes packed away<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/font>in a far corner out of sight <\/span><\/font>
\n<\/font>and opened them very carefully,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/font>still amazed to this day<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/font>by what I found.<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/font>
\n<\/font>There were postcards<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/font>from the South of France<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/font>and letters neatly tucked away,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/font>bound with special ribbons and lace;<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/font>there were linen handkerchiefs,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/font>woven with special care,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/font>their slightly perfumed scent,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/font>still drifting through the air.<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/font>And there were three fans,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/font>so special in their box,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/font>treasures that delight me still,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/font>on this summer day as I dream<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/font>how on an afternoon so very long ago,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/font>these fans were unfolded,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/font>on a summer afternoon<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/font>when the air was so still,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/font>no breezes flowing,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/font>no movement in the leaves.<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/font>And I smile and put the fans away<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/font>in the special place I keep them<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/font>and reserved for those special things.<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/font>
\n<\/font>(c) barbara kausteklis 6-17-11<\/span><\/font>
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\nWritten for Drips of Ink <\/span><\/font>
\n<\/font>“Blast From the Past\/Hand Fans.”<\/span><\/font><\/p>\n

http:\/\/www.myspace.com\/drips_of_ink\/blog\/543287904<\/a><\/font><\/p>\n

Thanks always\u00a0 for your precious comments.<\/font><\/p>\n

~barb~<\/font><\/em><\/font><\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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