Thoughts wrapped up
in brown packaging paper
crinkled; worn with use
not age.
Emotions tied in a bundle
with rough string
roped together, and became
coherent.
Fleeting memories, passing remarks;
tragedy in a glass safe.
Love thrown away in a sigh
and remorse clouds the pane;
the pen's the hammer
one word and this world will shatter.
My words lay under the pillow
pour from the shower head and
sleep in the pocket of my robe.
Memories, conversations, soliloquies;
my baggage.
It goes where I go,
knows what I know.
And there's no boundaries.
Author notes
"Poetry is a packsack of invisible keepsakes."
Carl Sandburg
A contest entry
- A Quickie A Day...Monday by poet2angels.
475 points, ended February 27, 2008, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Lovely thoughts captured in this wonderful piece...
The heart of a poet resides in this poem
TY for entering
Lynda
PS this is 22 lines (contest calls for 10-15 but this is beautiful and I would not change it for a contest)
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Good job. The depth of it is captivating. Think I'll read some more of your poems now ;-)
The only comment I can think of is that, compared to the rest of the poem, "the lines They stare up at me..." until "...on my shredded thumbs." seem to stick out a bit. Like they don't really add anything that isn't there already.
Or maybe I'm just completely missing the point there...
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Thanks!
and now that you point that out, i think you're right about those lines...
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