I bought myself a golden heart
On a string of shiny beads
She picked silver
Carried away in a little blue box
We all watched
Empty as jars
I am picking up treasures
They make me warm
I hold them close like stories
Inside
Where no one can see
Or steal
A bag of buttons and a paper bottle
leaves flowers tags
Lest you forget your mum and dad
Lest they forget you
So much to find
So many letters
It burns my head
I sit in the porch
On the cool grey slabs
Close my eyes
Maybe the words have turned to flesh
I hold my face
Cradle my arms
There is much more to find
Picked up on pavements
Collected on walls
I know when I see it
I will believe
And all that is old will become new again.
14 comments:
A beautiful yet heart wrenching piece. I wonder why we hang onto little fragments of the past? It is as though in that tiny reminder you have preserved a happy memory that will grow and blossom when times are tough. What an excellent start to the New Year Jae.
This one pleases me immensely, Jae. Feels like the journey, the processes, are moving in a positive, growth-encouraging, life-affirming direction.
I, too, collect little bits of ephemera, reminders of what I love, what I've experienced or what is yet to come. That thread in this tightly woven piece is warmly familiar to me.
I love this because it speaks of secret sentimentality, which is my vice as well. :-)
This does speak optimistically in many ways. You pick words out of anything and everything and make them all work wonders for you.
Happy new year Jae, may it bring you many, many blessings.
I hold them close like stories
Inside
Where no one can see
Or steal...
This made me smile..one of those melancholy sighing smiles but none the less a smile...wonderful piece :)
Loved the melody. It rings in the air when you read it out loud.
This piece brought so many things to mind, love & loss, past & present. I love the layers of emotion you created!
Thank you all so much..Happy New Year..Happy new scribblings..greatly appreciate your kind words..they are added to my virtual pocket of treasures..Jae
I love this piece! It is sad, yet hopeful. Happy New Year!
So much to enjoy from this, but my favorite is:
I am picking up treasures
They make me warm
I hold them close like stories
Inside
Where no one can see
Or steal
That is just so perfect, Jae!
Thank you Belva and Jeanne..Jae
I feel I've been floating... I know I made a comment about this write. And how much I liked it, but I don't find it?
Dear Annell..even if the words failed to reach the page..I knew you were right there..Jae x
Yes, inside is the best place for our treasures... lovely write!
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