A woman loves customs –
traditions – the architecture
of her life
She holds the tremulous
rememberances tightly in
her tender heart
as she wanders through
a city of zombies who
have forgotten
Holding On
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rhymeswithbug 
This is SO true, and I don’t think I was aware how meaningful traditions used to be, until I read your great poem. Zombies, indeed…..
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Oooh, I like this. Customs, traditions … touchstones of life. I agree, Candy, and I find it sad when they slip away unguarded and u-treasured.
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“un” treasured. Not “u” treasured. Sorry about that.
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Thank you!
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The world can be a very lonely place – even if we are surrounded by people..i can feel her vulnerability..and can empathise with it…beautifully written
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Thank you.
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That last line definitely creates a pause for thought and contemplation. And the need to go back and reread,
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/
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Thanks so much!
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Wandering among zombies would unnerve me!
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oh, me too!
I was thinking that people who have lost their customs and traditions might feel a little hollow.
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