By Charles Robert Lindholm
I never notice the cobwebs
in my mind
until my eyes are closed
and my soul is silent
being busy keeps me
from noticing the tiny things,
the things forgotten,
the things left undone
the memories
I’ve forgotten to forget
hidden in the background
still clinging to my soul
I should wipe them away
but I don’t,
I ‘m not sure why?
I don’t know
so I guess
I ‘m waiting for the reason,
perhaps they are reminders
of when
another time
in the distant past
reminders of another me
cobweb
memories
tangled and attached
to who I was
and who I am
now
reminders of yesterday
outlines of dreams
that hide in the shadows
cobwebs
that I can’t wipe away
Copyright © 2017 Charles Robert Lindholm – All Rights Reserved
The Reluctant Poet 
Reblogged this on Women Who Think Too Much by Jeanne Marie.
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Thank you so much, My Dear for sharing this with your followers!! You are too sweet!
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My pleasure…I was entranced by the cobwebs.
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Love this…
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This is such a profound post. Such beautiful metaphor you have used to explain the introspection we humans do. When we realize the thoughts which are holding us back.
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So very happy you enjoyed this!!! Mission Accomplished! Yes, there are some of those cobwebs that it wouldn’t hurt to remove!!
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Oh yes definitely that’s the whole purpose of that spring cleaning.
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Ha! What’s Spring cleaning??? LOL! Can’t I just hide and lock things away??? Oh, yeah. I forgot – Memories go rogue!!
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Hahaha..I can figure how you do your spring cleaning now.. everything goes under the bed.right??
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Dead to rights – but no, way past that – more like the attic! LOL!
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Attic.LOL!!.you have gotten better at your game Chuck
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I have to get better at my game to try and keep up with you!!
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