Here Are Things
By Ewan
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A photograph,
he looks like me,
though in monochrome;
an image produced
from celluloid
now cracked
in a paper-sleeve.
A yellow-metal watch,
he used to wear,
on special occasions,
long past the time
he could
tell it,
or the day of the week.
A military tie,
now I have two,
though mine is newer
and I didn’t buy it;
not worn in years,
like his,
kept against the day.
Here are things:
they were his,
they are mine,
they aren’t him.
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So true...
... we are born with naught and leave with naught, and our belongings will never offer the love the human did...
Blessings for your journey, sorry for your loss, but pleased for the inspiration and creativity and love the tale offers :)
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The passing on of things - it
The passing on of things - it's a rite of passage, and simply and beautifully expressed here.
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This poem is poignant and
This poem is poignant and wistfully sad. So true how things we leave behind can be both a source of comfort and an amplification of our loss! Ending is simply a bit of genius!
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Perfectly-constructed
Perfectly-constructed portrait of an emotion that is usually too blurred.to capture.
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This is brilliant. The broad
This is brilliant. The broad strokes used around the 'things' recall the owner, somehow quite vividly, and yet that last stanza reminds the reader that he simply isn't there at all. To me, this is magical and very sad. Thank you for sharing.
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our belonging define us, but
our belonging define us, but don't belong to us.
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Beautiful, Ewan. If the
Beautiful, Ewan. If the things speak to you, they're priceless. Everything else is just stuff.
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This touching poem is our
This touching poem is our facebook and twitter pick of the day. Do share if you like it too.
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This is our poem of the week!
This is our poem of the week!
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First you show us the person
First you show us the person you remember but at the end you show the grief that everyone feels, on losing someone so close. The last stanza is like a cry. Or reminds me of when I cried.
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you seem to be ok Ewan (as in
you seem to be ok Ewan (as in not POM) - don't worry!
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