my
etchings,
often seen,
wait in my room;
fingers gently trace along the edges….
….a long soft sigh often requires tissue.
a tear drop fell.
those etchings
were not
seen.
Shared with W3 #196 – suggestive tetractys
Today’s Daily Stoic poem:

Indeed a suggestive poem, I like it!
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Thanks Elizabeth. 🙏
I remember first hearing the etchings line as a mid teen and understood the meaning but never knew where it originated from, and still don’t know!
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A quiet wonderful suggestive poem. Well done! I like the unfulfilled ending. It leaves me etching.
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Haha! Thanks. 🙏
What if they actually just wanted to see some nice etchings?
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That. Yes, that!
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The teardrop made it poignant.
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beautifully written .
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Thanks Kaci 🙏
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so brilliant 🫶
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Thanks so much Mich 🙏
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Brings a whole new meaning to ‘do you want to come up and see my etchings!’ Sorry there are no takers Shaun 😕
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You’ve turned the euphemism into something touching. Love it.
(Seeing your comment to Elizabeth, I couldn’t resist looking up its origins. According to one site I read, the phrase was first used in an Alfred Hitchcock film, Blackmail. So, there you go!).
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