Creviced in a cranny of the kitchen cabinet
Along with your favorite can of Campbell's, unserved--
Stashed secretly in my bedroom closet
Between plush blankets and silken sheets, never slept upon--
Tucked gently away amid weeping envelopes
Of countless love poems, yet unread--
Rests each little undisclosed point of memento,
Accumulating reminders of what we could be
And never were.
Author notes
A simple little poem about the points we earn here at AP.
A contest entry
- What is the point (24 hours) by Idle Mind Wondering.
1050 points, ended May 5, 2007, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
I love CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM. Any suggestions?
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This is about the points we earn on AP? Are you trying to throw your readers off the scent like I often do in my author notes. I'll let you worry about the point earnings here, I'll comment on what seems to be the obvious.
Ah wait...no, I can't ask, that is too personal, but it would explain the points, but never mind.
I just wrote a silly poem about finding old photos, poems, conversations in an old online storage site. Those were definitely accumulated reminders of what "we" never were. Ok, I won't go there, it connects me to that hurt and more recent ones..."onward AllPoetry soldiers" Sorry, that is a horribly arcane reference, lol
I have some points stashed away that fit that understanding, sadly
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Almost seems ridiculous to earn AP points for stuff that was designed to "earn points" elsewhere, were it to actually be offered there. But AP will read anything, so we keep dishing it out here. Beats keeping it to yourself and getting indigestion!
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the ending is sad, but over all well done.
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