all was in pieces
when I came home -
just like my love
most had been taken
broken
discarded
he knew it meant
the world to me -
my parent's furniture
all that remained
of who they were
what they worked for
all their lives
the antique dining room set
was now just
pieces of oak
Author notes
Can visualize this happening in a marriage gone bad.
A contest entry
- overnight: oak by Melissa Gayle.
300 points, ended March 7, 2007, 12 entries
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i have had some of the silliest, most sentimental things in the world taken from me. like a letter i had carried for two years and a poem someone i loved very much wrote the day he died. those things can never be replaced with money or any substitute. you wrote this well. viyanna rosemarie
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This just reminds me of physical violence and the breaking of objects to stop the crying. I am not quite sure why, like taking away everything that mattered that way it would only be him and her left.
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i really got a strong image from this.. it reminded me of what i saw in new orleans after hurricane katrina, all the prized possesions, inlcuding beautiful handed down furniture, just ruined.. so sad.. anywho, but it does make a great metaphor for a marriage.. good luck
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I can visualise this happening too, without any stretching of the imagination, great visuals in this piece... I do love old Oak
Karen -
Wow-
Whoa~
What images of a marriage gone bad
It is sad to envision but some think it is the
fastest way to hit the Heart the hardest...
Destroy the pieces that mean the most...
Treasures-Keepsakes...
Usually it works...
(shakes head)
Best wishes to You in the contest
Many blessings too
and much love~ Desire~*~
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Yes, I can see this in any relationship gone bad. It is so sad when relationships fall apart but sometimes even worse when people lose whatever else is precious to them. Good luck in the contest.
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never quite just catching up on comments and you made me catch my breath
Poet (as you're supposed to be here),
"Pieces of Oak" is with a yellow of no veneer that's read off screen to the throat until it becomes like a banana grabbed before it dropped and I didn't want to call out to bring me anything but take out the lump from what squished, as I experienced an internal napkin need though fear wasn't ripped.
There was a large parallel for what repairs we are after yer :
"what they worked for
all their lives"
with gathering goals implied.
The pull away was devastatingly reinforced from the first stanza to the second on this issue for me, with the last lines like linen cloth folded for nothing but as a big tissue.
I know rebuilds aren't by outsiders to say but apologies are hard too, like a stick of wood to throw away to not be stuck badly with what we could have stuck with well, it seems.
I'm sorry this is your brand new write, but brightness is able to be by those too. -
Awww, this is so sad. We hold memories in the mist unusal of things. A fine table like that could have been passed down to the next generation.
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