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Film still from "The Door In The Floor" 
in that corner of time 
after everything left
dangling unsaid 
had been said
but before 
the absolute end of it all
in that small punctuation
of light before dusk
that glistening
surrendering eye of silent truce
this is where
i have chosen to remember you
Rene ~ January 2011

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  1. JCJanuary 27, 2011 at 9:01 PM

    I saw that movie ... or at least a bit of it.

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  2. Irish GumboJanuary 27, 2011 at 9:32 PM

    Ahhh!

    "punctuation of light"

    I can't tell if the door is opening or closing...and I like that.

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  3. Brian MillerJanuary 27, 2011 at 10:42 PM

    i wonder if we all have those mental snap shots we cling to...to remember...

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  4. Everyday GoddessJanuary 28, 2011 at 1:52 PM

    those moments frozen in our minds eye, do they ever fade?

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  5. flaubertJanuary 28, 2011 at 5:02 PM

    Nicely done to the prompt. I did not see the movie, but I must try and find it.
    Pamela

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  6. AnonymousJanuary 28, 2011 at 5:27 PM

    You have chosen - and interpreted - a beautiful image.
    Very atmospheric.

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  7. Tumblewords:January 28, 2011 at 6:06 PM

    'a small punctuation of light before dusk' what a showing phrase! I can feel this piece - lovely work.

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  8. DickJanuary 28, 2011 at 6:30 PM

    Beautifully composed - just right!

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  9. JinksyJanuary 28, 2011 at 6:43 PM

    There's many a door in a floor I wish I'd fallen through...

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  10. AnonymousJanuary 28, 2011 at 7:32 PM

    Good fit to the photo.

    http://liv2write2day.wordpress.com/2011/01/28/perfect-family-big-tent-poetry/

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  11. Laurie KolpJanuary 28, 2011 at 9:53 PM

    This one really touched me. I tried to pick a favorite line, but they all stand out strong.

    ~laurie

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  12. Vodka MomJanuary 28, 2011 at 11:31 PM

    there comes a time


    when there are


    no words.





    (you rock)

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  13. Casey FreelandJanuary 29, 2011 at 1:52 AM

    Ah, that moment, that hesitation, that wonder of future regret, that loss of familiarity. Loss, even then. That's what it is.

    Casey

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  14. ellen abbottJanuary 29, 2011 at 9:53 AM

    Nice one Rene.

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  15. Fred MillerJanuary 29, 2011 at 10:46 AM

    Never been able to do this. My exes pretty much have the run of my mind. I guess I like it this way.

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  16. Joyce Ellen DavisJanuary 29, 2011 at 1:29 PM

    This is a wonderful poem--I particularly like your 2nd stanza! Some wonderful imagery here.

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  17. AnonymousJanuary 29, 2011 at 2:12 PM

    Oh I like it. It's like choosing to hold on to the moment just before they let go!

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  18. Jeanne EstridgeJanuary 29, 2011 at 2:28 PM

    "...that glistening surrendering eye of silent truce...."

    This is where the sounds and rhythms of words combine with their meanings to create something truly gorgeous.

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  19. tattytiaraJanuary 29, 2011 at 8:21 PM

    Very eloquent.

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  20. UnknownJanuary 29, 2011 at 8:39 PM

    Thank you everyone for stopping in, reading my stuff and telling me what you think about it. I truly appreciate that you have taken the time.

    I recommend "The Door In The Floor" as a Netflix pick.It's based on John Irving's "A Widow For One Year".
    The scene near the end where Marion ( Kim Basinger) and Ted ( Jeff Bridges)silently say goodbye is nothing short of superb.

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  21. ♥ BrajaJanuary 29, 2011 at 11:16 PM

    Vintage Rene....

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  22. gautami tripathyJanuary 30, 2011 at 12:51 AM

    Wonderfully said..

    singular thoughts

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  23. DebJanuary 30, 2011 at 12:46 PM

    Thresholds. Such a great word/idea/diving board.

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  24. Fragrant LiarJanuary 31, 2011 at 10:45 PM

    Rene, this was my absolute favorite of your poems so far. Absolutely loved the word choice, rhythm, and poignancy. Well done. Well done.

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  25. MichaelFebruary 5, 2011 at 11:34 PM

    Fantastic words adn great ending. :)

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  26. AnonymousFebruary 8, 2011 at 8:29 PM

    I've seen more people pass on than most and I'm convinced that, upon our deathbeds, our minds will be so worn bare that all we will have is our own biased memories of what was. That's probably how we will judge the value of our lives.

    You've summed that same phenomenon up nicely, albeit for the death of a relationship. That is something that I am personally more familiar with and less fond of than death.

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  27. Thoughts Not LostFebruary 13, 2011 at 9:26 PM

    Beautifuly and elegant!

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  28. Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis HallFebruary 13, 2011 at 10:30 PM

    lovely imagery,
    your words rock.

    Happy Potluck!

    A++

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  29. Other MaryFebruary 13, 2011 at 11:33 PM

    Very well done Renee. I especially like the closing lines. This one is worth reading over again.

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  30. kolemboFebruary 15, 2011 at 9:54 AM

    Very nice.

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