Hello, Gautami!I loved this post.Have a nice day.
Hi So cute thoughts..... expressed in a sweet way..keep it upplease read my blogs at http://rameshcheruvallil.blogspot.com
can relate to this. hey, i have the old LPs without the player too. :)
I had to laugh at this one! You aren't the only one stranded in old ways.
Lovely... I especially like the 4th stanza....
your home is like your memories, you just can't throw everything awaygreat last line, something from a tired mind who had heard it too many times, maybe?
yes... memories are all we have!
Here i am having a big smile..you writing was close to my heart
Very nice piece. I like how you describe the tug of memories.
Wonderful, gautami! A house stranded, I like that! :)
I don't know if it is enough. But I know the feeling of being stranded with my stuff. Well done.Writing in Faith: Poems
i have never considered the possibility of being stranded among one's memories...your words opened a new door for me.
Oh this struck too close to home. I have been stranded for years in my memories and I think it is time to make true changes, not trivial ones.
My stuff is just stuff, I tell myself. But it's not. Every time I pick up a random item, I have a strong memory of what, where or when. Even the most trivial items. If I am not careful, I will become a packrat. Thanks for putting into words the feelings I get about stuff.
This strikes a chord with me. The only things is that much of the clutter belongs to my children who are in Salford (U.K.), Geneva and near Tokyo. The one in Salford has even taken over my garage.
Haha. This is great! My Dad is stranded in 1970. He actually still has 78's and 8 tracks. By that I mean, he actually still plays them!
I like the way you worked through the trauma of getting rid of some of the stuff of your life. About 10 years ago, I did the same. It was difficult but somehow freeing. I actually had to pay my daughter to go through all the photos without people and toss them; I couldn't bear to part with any of them.
Yes, all that blah-blah. Nicely dnoe, Gautami!
Kinda of laughing! Being stranded with old stuff and thoughts is a little disconcerting but fixable! Like this!
I think we can all relate to this poem and the clutter we keep in our life. So well said.
Thank You for stopping by. I like the poem here-We all get caught up in the mountains of our lives. My wife and I looking for a new place ourselves, so we are going to have to give stuff up, and with me-I hate to give up books! Anything but that.
Tami this is great. Wow, you just painted a vivid picture of my bedroom. Good take on promptlove-Melanie-bd
what a great post abt stranded.. i wonder why that happens that we collect the clutter.. no matter.. another garage sale looms in the spring freeing my soul/house for pennies...
i wonder why it is so difficult to let go of all the old stuff...this is excellent.
my house resembleswhat you have written of hereclutter everywhereI’m late to visit because ‘life’ got in the way, but I did publish two ‘week 6’ posts for One Single Impression: Stranded ... one on each of my blogs on Wednesday of last week and I hope you’ll find time to visit. They’re here: Heliocopter Rescue and Polar BearsHugs and blessings,