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The Junk Drawer Of Life (a repost for our Dixie Dear)
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The Junk Drawer Of Life (a repost for our Dixie Dear) |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738
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Here--if list be poetry the contents--a phrontistery-- the stuff that has no where to be, stuff I need...apparently. There are several dried out pens-- a phone cord without prong for "in"-- empty matchbook kept--adored-- I had a good time at that bar. Birthday candles, lit but once, and batteries without an ounce of pump of juice to make ya jump-- try it--stick it on yer tongue. Decks of cards (none of them full) blue thread ragged on a spool my doggy's collar (doggy died) I couldn't throw it out--I tried. Copper pennies, pricking tacks, so much plentiful of lack... business cards and what-is-this? Who's girlish hand signed with a kiss? Oh. I blush. That was for me. That one is sweet Tiffany. Tablets to dye Easter eggs-- loose ends of the plans we made... Pictures of our friends in dust. Really. I am embarrassed. I'll wipe them off for album's trust. And what is this? Is this bread crust? Fuses (we've a breaker box) and oh-how-sweet a baby sock! Warranties and keys for locks to keep things safe we long forgot. As I dig, remember more, forgetting what I came here for... I think that life is just like this. A drawerful of love, misfit. * * * from the Corner Pub, because Dixie says "please" so prettily  |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Oh, I can relate ... especially to my doggy's collar (doggy died) I couldn't throw it out--I tried. Just a few days ago I caressed that red collar of my former cat Mizar (when we travelled) and thought I would really never use it again (my present cat is too wild for any collar!), but I was not able to throw it away. Thank you for this greatly enjoyable piece of reality. Love, Margherita  |
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SEA 
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
you know I love this one... |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
*purring thank you*  |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Karen...you are a wonder!  |
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GG Member Elite
since 2002-12-03
Posts 3532Lost in thought |
Yep, I think so too. Love it. Always, Alyssa He was a man of sorrows |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
This is wonderful - I love looking through old things that others would consider junk but to me are dear sweet memories - Mom and I used to go through her "hopeless" chest as she jokingly called it and visit all the stories of her life - those were some of the best times - Hugs - Susan Every action generates a force that returns to us in like kind . . . let us choose compassion and love |
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HopeS Member Elite
since 2000-12-22
Posts 4596Perth Western Australia |
ohhh yes those junk drawers of life do get quite full of varying array , often hard deciding what should go or stay Hope |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Oh, I like this. Have found myself doing the same thing too many times. lol  ......jo |
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J.Samm Member
since 2004-01-12
Posts 415Iloilo City, Philippines |
i just couldn't throw away all those "good stuff" either! a fun read and full of realizations...i loved the light yet pensive treatment in this poem. Well done! |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
Serenity, your words amaze me There are several dried out pens-- a phone cord without prong for "in"-- empty matchbook kept--adored-- I had a good time at that bar. Know this well hun.... Your an amazing visualist....this was an incredible read Thank you for sharing |
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