This is my 46th week’s submission. The theme is wabi sabi.
Title: “ Wabi Sabi Momento ”
Description: The sadness I felt when my coffee mug fell was deep. (I grew up there.) If I knew then what I know now (before gluing the cup), I would have made it a true wabi sabi (gold mixed in with glue).
***** poem *****
New York City mug
pieces crashed
splinters lost
glued together
trimmed with gold
wabi sabi
observe the words
that were cracked
World Trade Center*
my memory
preserved with
glue and paint
#52frames_wabisabi
*May all who died that day be remembered.
© Ruth Klein’s Scribbles
RuthKlein’s Scribbles 
Yes. This is a poem of healing – wabi sabi!
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Thank you!
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Love your wabi sabi lifestyle. Lovely poetry too. Yay 👏
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Thank you, Selma!
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Such a good concept.
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🙏🏻❤️🙏🏻
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I lived in Manhattan, Queens and the Bronx. When I lived in NJ I saw the original towers being built.
So different in the passing of 50 odd years. I did go back to see a play in 2015. And through the roads when on other trips… Memories, so many. And yes – may they all rest in peace.
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❤️
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OMG… Bobby and I both loved this one. He had recently made a bowl to give to our neighbor, but it cracked. We discussed this concept–repairing it, allowing a new beauty to emerge. He has done what he can, now we wait a while to see if the repair holds. I’ve always loved this concept.
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i’ve loved the concept too. first learned of it in a Joanna’s sermon.
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