3 thoughts on “2017 – Hour Three

  1. This is a beautiful poem, and I can see the house in my mind’s eye. It is wistful, evocative of a stubborn clinging to the past. I think this poem ends with the phrase, “Broken, but not erased.”

  2. I love the first line!
    Sent my mind in many different places – such a known experience…

    And, I would love to pull together all the pieces written about that same photo. I wrote about it too. And I always find it so interesting to read a collection of writing from the same visual prompt. Wonder if there’s a way to do that.

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