out of their hiding places;
lines and squiggles stared at me
showed me little hands
struggling to mark their world.
Creased souvenirs unfolded
stories tucked away in the corners
of ages past.
“What now?” they asked.
Fond sentiments flooded through me
while Clutter overflowing
threatened my space.
I closed my eyes
absorbed the memories
gritted my teeth
and tossed the memorials
into waiting wastebaskets.
Over at DVERSE:, Victoria asked the Pub habitues to write a poem “incorporating a rich use of verbs”. I spent a good part of my afternoon tossing all sorts of things that I kept for posterity. It was a tedious process, to say the least.
Kindly visit the pub to see what verbs the wonderful people played with. 🙂