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i found thanks on the hardwoods
beneath my feet
their cracks
a fulfillment
of the generations
whose sloughing dreams
fell through their open eyes
into my cupped hands.



a small piece of thanks on this holiday weekend. I hope you all have had a wonderful holiday.

Copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2015

Posted for Poets United


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  1. Sanaa RizviNovember 29, 2015 at 12:45 PM

    A beautiful poem in spirit of the holiday weekend :D

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  2. Sherry Blue SkyNovember 29, 2015 at 12:59 PM

    Oh those sloughing dreams falling into our cupped hands from those now gone....this is really beautiful, Audrey!

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  3. Donna@LivingFromHappinessNovember 29, 2015 at 1:05 PM

    Beautiful Audrey...so much to give thanks for.

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  4. brudbergNovember 29, 2015 at 1:12 PM

    There is something so special about the hardwood floors... wonderful

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  5. kaykualaNovember 29, 2015 at 2:50 PM

    their cracks
    a fulfillment
    of the generations

    There are tell-tale signs that give indications of what things had happened before. Taking the cracks as an example is clever. Short but incisive Audrey!

    Hank

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  6. TruedessaNovember 29, 2015 at 3:07 PM

    This is lovely poem ..perhaps new dreams can be found in the cracks as we give thanks...

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  7. MaryNovember 29, 2015 at 3:09 PM

    Lovely, Audrey. Those dreams falling into your cupped hands is so very poignant! I do hope you had a very happy Thanksgiving.

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  8. Wendy BourkeNovember 29, 2015 at 5:03 PM

    This is a poignant and tender expression of gratitude. It is amazing when we stop to take in our world - the layers of life, that are there before us.

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  9. AnonymousNovember 29, 2015 at 6:01 PM

    Lovely..

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  10. Sumana RoyNovember 29, 2015 at 9:23 PM

    this is so prayerful...i specially love the cupped hand expression...

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  11. Old EggNovember 30, 2015 at 1:23 AM

    Holiday celebration always bring back memories of the past and of those who are no longer with us. Your words have such feeling.

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  12. Mel010100November 30, 2015 at 4:54 AM

    Wonderful!

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  13. Mel010100November 30, 2015 at 4:54 AM

    Wonderful!

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  14. dsnake1November 30, 2015 at 5:11 AM

    there's beauty in hardwood floors. each tile, each line and grain, could have a story to tell.
    your poem is really exquisite.

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  15. Brother OllieNovember 30, 2015 at 5:35 AM

    Very cool poem! I really enjoy this style. I'll check out the song you mentioned today. Keep singing!

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  16. Jae RoseNovember 30, 2015 at 6:24 AM

    I suppose we all hold out our hand and catch the dreams sloughed upon us (great line)..sometimes that is good..sometimes not so but perhaps always necessary in order to form our own dreams

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  17. Sunday Reflections or Stumbling Towards Happiness by Bill HollandNovember 30, 2015 at 6:35 AM

    And the same wish to you, Audrey!

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  18. humbirdNovember 30, 2015 at 12:04 PM

    It's wonderful and important to feel the connection with our ancestors...hope you enjoyed the holiday, greeting!

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  19. Jennifer WagnerNovember 30, 2015 at 6:53 PM

    It is wonderful when those good things land in our cupped hands. Really enjoyed this piece, Audrey. Hope had a lovely holiday!

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