A Poet's Progress
By Fox-Trot-9
16. Object Memories
(1/26/09)
As I rummage through my childhood,
Where old "junk" lay in dusty graves,
I perceive rusty MacDonald toys
And scratched up scattered dominoes
Among other useless items. Still,
What caught my eye was the Tech Deck
Small bicycle Alan gave me-it lay broken in two
Like our sudden separation. Then lay
Behind those broken pieces one
Hand-made Christmas stocking,
Ceased to be filled with any toy. O, such memories
So dear now bring tears to my
Eyes, when I gaze back on my glory-gone
Past, impelling forth much departed woe.
Yet wherefore should I cling to these things
That now chain me to a dead life?
The true treasures of memories so glorious
Must stay within memory itself,
Within the realm of reality that no precious
Object can convey; for life is more than memory:
Life is about life itself.
(To be continued...)
A/N: In other words, cherish your memories but don't drown in them.
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PoetryGenre: Poetry. Summary: This collection contains my poetry during my freshman year in high school. It's a record of my development as a poet and as a person told in a collection of poems. I used different poetic styles throughout this collection in...
