rooted years footsteps creaks look stir hour loop clock echo before slips
I have been here writing one poem after another but they don’t feel like much. You know that vibe when you are pleased with what you have done? Yeah, I’m not feeling it. But I am out of steam and so I will post the first poem I came up with, although I wish it was better.
Family
Footsteps stir dust in the hall
Creaks and squeaks reveal it all
Years of usage, never clear
Look, the clock, still ticking here
Echo of youngsters remind us now
Love rooted deep, love will endow
The hours loop before they stop
Time slips by, memories won’t drop
©2025 CBialczak
Stine Writing 
Christine, I thought that poem was amazing, and it said so much in a few lines! X
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Thank you Carol anne. I find it amazing when you read something and it just resonates so strongly.
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I really enjoyed reading this, Christine.
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Thank you
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I’m not so sure you are a good judge of your own efforts! This is a lovely poem and it does point to that feeling of the empty nest….
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Well thank you and I appreciate that. I guess I just wasn’t feeling it. I didn’t give up though!
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Perseverance is admirable and the poem is worthy!!
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Christine you made a cracking poem from the words – even more difficult as it’s rhyming 🙌
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Wonderful, Christine!
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Thanks
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i read your comment over at the Sunday Whirl, and you are right– our poems, writings are all sounding very similar (but alas, we are all working with the same list!). I enjoyed your piece! xx, ren
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I was surprised because a lot of time even though we are all using the same words, the whole theme or whatever is very different. This time it seemed like it was hard to find anyway to get to another “idea”.
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