One ancient old coin
soon a drawer full ~
a collection of things.
Grandma's old china
plate by cracked plate ~
a collection of things.
Paint tins and brushes
dried and useless ~
a collection of things.
Seashells and driftwood
arranged in a line ~
a collection of things.
Keepsakes or reminders
stored in square boxes ~
a collection of things.
Lodged in our thinking
what is worth keeping ~
a collection of things?
Dora, at dverse poets, has prompted us to pen a poem that incorporates repetition.
Here's the link: Repetition and Mantras
Inveterate collectors, we, of "things" ... And you bring it all to a head (pun intended) very neatly in the last stanza, turning the repetition into a question, making us ponder what unnecessary thoughts we've collected that perhaps we should let go.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Dora and thanks for a challenging [for me] prompt.
DeleteWell said. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you! :D
DeleteMy grandmother was a collector of things and I think I might have followed in her footsteps; I find it so hard to throw things away! I still have various things that belonged to her, including a collection of buttons, and some from my mother. I love the repetition in your poem, Carol, and all the different things. I especially identify with the ‘seashells and driftwood arranged in a line’ and the boxes.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Kim! I think we all collect things over time. The difficult part is to sort through stuff! ;D
DeleteMy mother hoarded all those things, and it is so hard to keep up with a hoarder when they are gone.
ReplyDeleteIt's hard to know what to keep and what to let go.
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