{"id":11457,"date":"2022-03-21T13:44:39","date_gmt":"2022-03-21T20:44:39","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/?p=11457"},"modified":"2022-03-21T13:44:44","modified_gmt":"2022-03-21T20:44:44","slug":"the-smell-of-old-ancient-time","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/the-smell-of-old-ancient-time\/","title":{"rendered":"The Smell of Old, Ancient Time"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Memorable writing that sparks imagination. Lean in. Hear the writer\u2019s voice on the page.<\/em><\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

The Smell of Old, Ancient Time<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

By Mary E. O\u2019Brien<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Old smells like perfume<\/p>\n\n\n

That\u2019s past its life cycle<\/p>\n

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The scent you get when you are<\/p>\n

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Hoping for exquisite but discover stale.<\/p>\n

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\u00a0<\/p>\n

Old is stale sheets that have absorbed<\/p>\n

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The fevers and worries<\/p>\n

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And peaceful slumbers of<\/p>\n

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The maximum number of humans.<\/p>\n


\u00a0Old time has absorbed into its pores<\/p>\n

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A thousand smiles, given in vain<\/p>\n

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To cheer or to greet,<\/p>\n

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Unreturned.<\/p>\n


\u00a0Old time is a black satin circle,<\/p>\n

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Etched with circular lines that contain,<\/p>\n

Miraculously, violins piercing the sorry soul<\/p>\n

Or wandering heart.<\/p>\n


\u00a0Old, ancient time is beige sand<\/p>\n

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Cradling the bones of saints and gladiators<\/p>\n

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Clinging to crevices to keep their shame and secrets in the grave<\/p>\n

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Which we all have a right to.<\/p>\n


\u00a0Old, ancient time smells like a baby\u2019s hair.<\/p>\n

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The very start of time carries the<\/p>\n

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Baby\u2019s suckling breath<\/p>\n

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Carries the breath of a babe from dawn to dusk of mankind.<\/p>\n

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Mary E. O\u2019Brien <\/strong>is a Retired Trophy Wife (RTW) from the Pacific Northwest. She has volunteered for the Court Appointed Special Advocate program, founded local therapeutic hospital humor programs, and supported various other non-profits and do-goodery.\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n

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Enjoying the artistry of music, the music of words, the words of healing, and the healing of art, Mary is spending her pandemic hibernation immersing herself in art journaling, watercolor and writing.\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n

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She lives in Idaho with her tolerant husband near her comedic grandchildren, and is loved by an elderly, sugared golden retriever.\u00a0<\/p>\n

#amwriting #justwrite #iamawriter<\/p>\n

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