“Slipping Between the Cracks” is an idiom that refers to someone or something being forgotten or neglected; something being lost by falling between floorboards. (Not to be confused with “slipping through the cracks”…to go unnoticed or undealt with; to be unintentionally neglected or ignored, especially in a corporate, political, or social system.) There’s a subtle difference between the two…one implies fading into oblivion, forgotten; the other is a major unintentional blunder.
For this week’s Terza Rima Challenge I’ll be looking for the overlooked. It might take more than one stanza to tell the story, but that is what I’m going for. To bring to light things forgotten.
I pass this old abandoned house everyday on my walk. And so its untold storytelling begins…
-One
old house abandoned, now wasting away
empty and dark with its doors shuttered tight
the old woman died, who once lived here, they say
no record exists of her obscure life
she lived in this house, built, 1918
the tree died too, when they turned out the lights
remembering when that tree was still green
smiles we exchanged; never knowing her name
gone with the mist now, forever unseen
~kat
July 22nd, 2018 at 1:33 pm
Beautiful. 😎🥀
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July 22nd, 2018 at 4:06 pm
Thank you Dorna. We shall see if I am successful in my quest.
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July 22nd, 2018 at 1:49 pm
This is going to be intriguing.🌹
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July 22nd, 2018 at 4:08 pm
I hope I’m able to find something each day! 😊
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July 22nd, 2018 at 4:41 pm
I am sure you will, you’ve made a great start 🌹
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July 22nd, 2018 at 5:35 pm
Thanks Willow! I hope so.
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July 22nd, 2018 at 5:48 pm
You will kat 💜
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July 22nd, 2018 at 6:50 pm
👍👍👍
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July 22nd, 2018 at 4:12 pm
The sad demise of person and property!
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July 22nd, 2018 at 4:56 pm
It is. It’s been like this for two years. I had a grounding tree once. It was a massive hardwood that I went to during a very turbulent time in my life. I was finally able to free myself of that place and when I returned a year later discovered the the tree had died. It was as if she could no longer stay either with me not there. At any rate a very poignant sign to me that leaving was the right thing t
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July 23rd, 2018 at 6:18 am
Good start 🙂
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July 23rd, 2018 at 6:41 am
Thanks Jane. I’m challenging myself in this one! 😊
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July 23rd, 2018 at 9:45 am
Keeping the chain of rhymes going is certainly a challenge 🙂
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July 23rd, 2018 at 10:53 am
It is…and I’m not necessarily going for the “easy” rhyme words.
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July 23rd, 2018 at 11:51 am
Heaven forfend!
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