Moving Day

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from the ABC set Silver Spun Sand Poems

Time to pack up –
moving on
as one does...

The brooch
you often wore,
till it broke...
aeons ago...
the note
you wrote
inviting me
to dinner;
theatre tickets
for two
when we saw
Noel Gordon
in ‘Call me Madam’.
The crow’s feather
we found
on Dunstable Downs...
the pebble
that looked like
a heart;
a momentum
of Chesil Beach...
The Champagne cork
from our 25th ...
the safety pin
I just happened to have
when your bra snapped
on a five-mile
charity run we did.
A pressed rose petal –
the last one left
of many you’d kept
in your bible
as a kid...
and a sprig
of dried,
wild thyme
from the place
where, now,
you lay at peace.
All these things
to be packed away
in a box...until
some day
I’ll open it up –
sort it over, again...

moving on
as one does, or...
so we kid ourselves.

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Comments

skinner_jennifer | January 17, 2012 - 10:56

Hi Tina,

I love the moments you talk about in this poem,
recalling times past and placing them in a box,
until some day you'll look at them again and
remember.

I think it's times and momentums that are hard to
let go of, I know I can't let go of a lot of things,
but then I'm a hoarder, but it's nice to look back.

You said it all in this beautiful poem.

Jenny.

Silver Spun Sand | January 17, 2012 - 11:32

Thanks, Jenny. I think we are all hoarders at heart really. Human nature, I guess;-)

Tina

andrea | January 17, 2012 - 18:46

You'll look back at all those things in a few years time, Tina, and it'll be like they are all new and fresh again.

I hope you and the family are all well.

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Silver Spun Sand | January 17, 2012 - 19:02

Thanks for that, andrea. So very good to hear from you, and hey...I guess you're right.

Hope things are well with you, as they are with us;-)

Tina

Indrani Ananda | January 17, 2012 - 19:55

Indrani Ananda
I love this, it is so true. One never really moves on, because the memory is the real box, opening the box again just refreshes the memory.

Indrani.

Indrani Ananda | January 17, 2012 - 19:56

Indrani Ananda
I love this, it is so true. One never really moves on, because the memory is the real box, opening the box again just refreshes the memory.

Indrani.

Indrani Ananda | January 17, 2012 - 19:56

Indrani Ananda
I love this, it is so true. One never really moves on, because the memory is the real box, opening the box again just refreshes the memory.

Indrani.

Indrani Ananda | January 17, 2012 - 19:57

Indrani Ananda
I love this, it is so true. One never really moves on, because the memory is the real box, opening the box again just refreshes the memory.

Indrani.

Indrani Ananda | January 17, 2012 - 20:00

Indrani Ananda

Sorry about the repeat postings, Tina - something went wrong with the post procedure.

Indrani

Silver Spun Sand | January 17, 2012 - 20:03

Indrani - please, don't apologise. I am really grateful you read this, and left that lovely comment, which is so very true.

Thank you;-)

Tina

Highhat | January 17, 2012 - 21:08

How sad Tina- but memories you cherish I am sure..
Yes put the box away a while...
;)Pia

Highhat | January 17, 2012 - 21:10

How sad Tina- made me cry you know- no tissues just the back of my hand- memories you cherish ..but not the same if you could share them with your daughter...
Yes put the box away a while... (trust a Mother to have a safety pin handy..;D)
;)Pia

MistakenMagic | January 18, 2012 - 01:01

Love the short line structure in this one, Tina. The poem trickles so beautifully from the page, spinning a thin web of images. Beautiful constructed. Well done on the cherry!

Magic xxx

Silver Spun Sand | January 18, 2012 - 10:07

Pia...I just might put the box away...as you say, for a while at least, and don't Mothers always have safety pins;-)?

Hope your tears are dry now;-)

Many thanks for your lovely words.

Tina;-)

Silver Spun Sand | January 18, 2012 - 10:09

Hi there, Magic;-)

You words are so very beautiful, they are a poem in themselves, and I love your description of a poem 'trickling...from the page, spinning a web of images', and you, of all people, should know;-)

Tina xxx

Denzella | January 18, 2012 - 16:48

Hello Tina,

A beautiful poem that says so much in it's simplicity!

Moya

Silver Spun Sand | January 18, 2012 - 17:25

Well thank you, Moya. Pleased you thought so;-)

Tina