Years ago when our cruising adventure was just beginning, we stored our “stuff” to await our return. This was our first visit back to the lockup.


Recycling

I’ve spent the day in drudgery
Searching through old stuff and clothes
Once packed and boxed in planned array
But now that logic is long gone

Another life sits here in atrophy
Once packed with hope of fond return
It’s now mere history on a forgotten page
A cypher without a redeeming code

Oh there were things that had a spark
Of memory and of life spent well
But they fail to ignite a memorial flare
When viewed against the here and now

It’s time to send it all away to others
To view it as a newfound treasure
Creating memories once again
From castoffs of my yesteryears




Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-02-17 at 02:46

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Well said, Joe. We have so many fond memories in this house that I keep threatening to bring in a Bobcat to scoop them out.
2019-02-19


Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
This is a very intriguing poem! It leaves me wondering about some of the old castoff treasures, and the memories they inspire! You speak of a familiar experience here, and you speak of it well.

It's amazing, the things, the common things of life, which fertilise poetic inspiration!
2019-02-17