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The past is made of ashes stoked by the warm fires from what was once the present. They lay before me in the fireplace—heaped together, delicate and formless—with a bittersweet taste, soft color, and caustic smell. Each time I ignite another fire, it burns intensely for a while. The flames begin to flicker and eventually burn out. Ultimately, more ashes accumulate on the existing pile. If I blow on the ashes, they will gently disappear on the winds of time, and I am left to ponder, “Where did they go?” Bewildered I wonder, “Did the fire ever really exist?” I continue to speculate. “Is the past merely a figment of my imagination? Is it a memory of what was but, like the fire, will never be again? Or is the past a reality lost in the arms of infinity?” Perhaps the past is not lost at all. Like the ashes that linger in the fireplace, the past clings to the present, subtly altering it. In that sense, the present is an elaborate tapestry where both the past and present are sewn together to make new patterns and designs. Sometimes, the relationship of the past to the present reminds me of how language evolves throughout time. Our current language is a rich meld of many languages, cultures, and events. Shakespeare would undoubtedly have trouble understanding the present-day language. Like Shakespeare, I do not easily comprehend the language of my present and how the language of my past has reshaped it. Yet, I instinctively know and see evidence that my past changes my present. Sometimes the past reminds me of the Rosetta Stone. It holds the code that could help me decipher the hieroglyphics of my life.
whimsical squiggles and wiggles decipherment led to comprehension a stone provides deeper understanding combinations are consonants we are the thing that is translated often, on the Rosetta Stone deep within us is the Rosetta Stone, the translator of who we really are.
*The Rosetta Stone is a stele of granodiorite inscribed with three versions of a decree from 196 BC in Ancient Egyptian, Demotic and Greek scripts. It was the first Ancient Egyptian bilingual text recovered in modern times and key to deciphering the scripts. This Egyptian stone bears inscriptions in several languages and scripts; their decipherment led to the understanding of hieroglyphic writing. It’s an irregularly shaped stone of black granite 3 feet 9 inches long and 2 feet 4.5 inches wide, and broken in antiquity; it was found near the town of Rosetta (Rashid), about 35 miles northeast of Alexandria. (Wikipedia.com)

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Date: 12/29/2023 5:07:00 PM
Glad you wrote about this. I knew about it, but still learned some.
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Date: 12/28/2023 5:16:00 PM
Dear Sara, I enjoyed this philosophical and educational piece. Until today, I honestly only knew of the language tapes.
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Sara Etgen-Baker
Date: 12/29/2023 5:58:00 AM
thanks for your visit, Nancy. Glad you enjoyed the nature of my poem. Have a splendid Friday, hugs, Sara
Date: 12/28/2023 12:02:00 PM
Sara, I forgot all about the Rosetta stone. stone, Today in simple English I cannot understand anything. What I mean by that is that our country and other countries are continually lied to… and then we are blame for complaining. We live in a fascist state, so do other countries. we all know murder is quite common right and all the rest. I don’t understand the world at all.. and I won’t pretend that I do. But this is an outstanding piece where are your intellect and your soul truly sparkles!
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Panagiota Romios
Date: 12/28/2023 5:01:00 PM
Excuse the words I misspelled. I have trouble ev even replying to your site, its so balmy. This happehs all the time.its too complicated to explain but if you see words wrong notify me in soupmail, ok! And when I complete a comment , it will not show? Then the entitre poem is decapitated and all I see in gray, plain paper? i wii shorten my comments to you,so sorry. With apologies, Pangie
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Sara Etgen-Baker
Date: 12/28/2023 4:44:00 PM
thank you, Pangie, for your visit and positive feedback. Have a Happy New Year, Sara
Date: 12/28/2023 12:01:00 PM
WOW!!! I really enjoyed reading your creative write/story/great ending/picture. Thanks for your wonderful note. Always more to learn in life. "Happy New Year 2024" .................
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Sara Etgen-Baker
Date: 12/28/2023 4:45:00 PM
thanks for your visit, Paula, and for your enthusiastic comments. Wishing you and yours a Happy New Year as well, hugs, Sara
Date: 12/28/2023 8:19:00 AM
A very good story.. It reminds me of the puzzlement of foreign languages, and how my brain is almost useless in learning. Thumbs up for your talented writing.
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Sara Etgen-Baker
Date: 12/28/2023 4:45:00 PM
thanks for your visit, Hilda, and for the 'thumbs up." I'm grateful. Have a wonderful evening, Sara
Date: 12/28/2023 5:04:00 AM
Always learn so much from you dear Sara, i guess once a teacher, forever a teacher.. Your poem beautifully captures the ephemeral nature of the past and its complex relationship with the present. The metaphor of ashes in the fireplace is poignant, evoking both the warmth of memories and the inevitable passage of time. The use of sensory details such as the bittersweet taste, soft colour, and caustic smell adds richness to the imagery. Think i will visit Alexandria.. I actually have friends there
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Sara Etgen-Baker
Date: 12/28/2023 4:47:00 PM
thank you, Silent One, for your outstanding comments. I appreciate that you read my piece with purpose in mind. I'm grateful you saw the connection between the past to the present and the 'hieroglyphics" created in our minds. Visiting Alexandria...that would be awesome! Happy New Year, Sara

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