Ecrits Blogophilia Week 51.14 – Do Not Disturb
Hard Bonus: Incorporate a rugby game
Easy Bonus: Include BACON!
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Do not disturb he said…the sentence
a distant deja vu.
Was I alive then? Was I with you?
A Paris Hotel, scent of bacon, and
soft boiled eggs.
No coffee. No toast.
Do not disturb he said…his words,
Yes he’s watching Rugby now
on a vintage television set.
Italy? Maybe Rome.
A long long way from the coast.
Do not disturb I said.
These memories like dreams.
Past lies or Past lives?
Webs of overlapping emotions
swept away, like dust
by a meticulous host.
Photo Taken from Pinterest
Poem written by Christine Wichman c. June 24, 2023
Sleeping Queen Publications 
I can visualize the pictures you painted, and I’ve had memories dance on the very edge of my brain; you can’t really see them but know they were there. Somehow. lol!
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Yes something is always there in the shadows 🙂 Thanks for reading!!
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And he will have a different story, that is the memory dance. Never quite the same, but each feeling certain that they are right. Ha
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Perhaps. One never knows.
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Oh my! Reminds me a bit of a film noir featuring a mysterious Venusian I used to know! Excellent – KUDOS Earthling!
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Oh cool. I love Film Noir. Thanks so much Marvin !!
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Another mysterious write that leaves much up to the imagination… enjoyed it 😌
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Thanks Doris 🙂
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