It is the same house
once inhabited by generosity
now plundered by successors
-they’ve taken away
values and wishes of harmony
principles and precious belongings
heat of arguments
pervades the air
wispy strands of warmth
disappear into oblivion
legacies do not define
they degenerate..
Reena Saxena 
Legacy to me can often be like a burden or even a prison.
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Thoughts of leaving legacy emanate either from emotion or an inflated ego.
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Hopefully the warmth will return. (K)
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Hope is a matter of perspective.
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I like this…I think. The whole poem spoke to me, but the last line gave me pause. Legacy means something other than progression to me. Perhaps, I missed the point but either way it was well-crafted, and the image was perfect!
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Thank you, Susan! Would love to know more about your views on legacy.
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Reena, you chose a wonderful image to go with your poem. The cyclicity of things mean perpetual waxes and wanes. The place in your poem is a terminal point before the next cycle begins. Great lines:
“wispy strands of warmth
disappear into oblivion”
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Thank you, Lisa!
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You’re welcome.
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