CAROLYN’S COMPOSITIONS
ABOARD THE BOSTON TRANSIT SYSTEM
Nancy Lipsius
Nancy Briskay Cornell Lipsius is my mother.
She passed away January 3, 1998.
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No one smiles anymore.
Not the gray flannel executive,
Or the neon-lighted secretary.
Not even the brown tattered bag lady
Or the blue serge policeman.
It’s as though the chambers
Of their minds
Are empty caverns echoing
Dim, far-away voices.
Their eyes, brown blending
Into blue
Stare unseeing,
With never a blink.
Time jerks the strings of
Their limbs to sudden
Movement
To
Nowhere.
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ADDITIONAL READING:
OBITUARY FOR BLUE BUOY (A Blue Lobster)
RIGHTING A CIVIL WAR WRONG: A Gravestone for a Civil War Veteran
Enoch Arden and Louis des Isles: Story Plots
CAROLYN'S COMPOSITIONS 
Today, I went to the beach front with my kids. I found a sea shell and gave it
to my 4 year old daughter and said “You can hear the ocean if you put this to your ear.”
She placed the shell to her ear and screamed. There was a hermit
crab inside and it pinched her ear. She never wants to go back!
LoL I know this is entirely off topic but I had to tell someone!
Comment by social dating — February 27, 2014 @ 12:58 pm |
Beach stories are great—as is yours. Below are three beach stories you might enjoy:
Lighthouse Beach in Chatham on Cape Cod, MA
Wallis Sands Beach, New Hampshire (Sept. 2013)
Visiting Duxbury Beach, Massachusetts
(type beach in the search engine on right for these and more…
Thank you for commenting. Carolyn Cornell Holland
Comment by carolyncholland — February 27, 2014 @ 10:22 pm |