“artistic noodlery” 🙂
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That was rather artistic of me.
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Intriguing…….that missing shoe. 😉
Oh my goodness the end of that poem hit me hard in the gut. Fantastic. I love this one so much.
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Yearning for approval made my heart skip a beat…..and then it disappeared into a closet so dark
this takes me to so many places…. recesses….. some good, some not-so-bad—– more distressing. I don’t think any of us ever know our Mother’s as .. that person ….separate from us.
Again, Well done !
Mother’s “Dark Closet” held many things. Some, of which, are best to remain, unfound.
Great imagery! This poem would make great song lyrics. 🙂
Love the layers of perception in this.
I had to do the same thing when I was a kid with cigar boxes. Thank you for the memory.
Mum’s dark cupboard – my Mum didn’t menstrate apparently, nor have a belly button for I never saw one in he rold fashioned bathing suits….life of Victoriana. If it ain’t got macaroni it ain’t got that starch to stand the reign of time.
Love it as a scout, as a mom and as a boy scout leader.
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From nostalgia to a really sad end. Loved it! Good Job Elan 😊👏
Yes, I wanted it to combine those two elements, as well as others. Thanks.
This is beautiful. That last line though. Brilliant.
Such word smithing! Fabulously done 🙂
The leaning high heel of pasta! =o)
It brought back memories of mother’s day and father’s day projects for me!
Great mix of imagination and insight into the world of child and mother – and mother’s dark closet.
Lovely Elan but sad – and the old story of Cinderella was even sadder. Her dark closet was an open field where she was left to die.
I like that last line.
Well, it’s only Oedipal if the scouts are boys. They might not be.
OK. We’ll go with Sapphic if the scouts are girls… 😉
Ha ha! I like you!
This is absolutely fabulous. Both humorous and dark … Love!! 🙂
Digging the subtle humor in this one.
Good work. Funny. Catalytic. I dig the metaphor; the quest for the darned thing and the disablement subjected to by the “dark” closet. Love that.
An amazing and moving piece, and familiar, brings back those feelings of creating that special work of art as a child…. where did those pieces of art disappear to!? and I love “artistic noodlery” great line!! Michelle
Oooo I liked it.
You brought it all back–the gold spray-paint smell, the macaroni, the Elmer’s. For the life of me, I can’t recall what we glued it to though. And “called it macaroni”, ah, yes! This too, I remember.
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Loved this. Oh the things we would give our mothers, I’ll never know if they were truly cherished or politely adored.
I LOVE THIS–5 Stars for unique creativity, well done!
Oh Elan, You surprise and amaze and never disappoint!
This is adorable! I loved it. 🙂
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