Rummaging through my Time's Closet
are small scenes and quiet joys
looking I
for Meaning's Ploy
which hides in corners
perhaps there is even a secret door in there
where I can or will deploy
some new found secret power
which will make my Time Closet
Grand.
But for now there are only small things
some tattered semi-hopes
some sweet things
and many dangling memories
which I take out occasionally;
some to mend and re-make
where reality was too bleak;
I cuddle these
infusing them
with words I never said
or should have
rescue some of them from ignomy;
others fondly fondled
as befitting the tiny jewels they are
and then I smile
my slow smile
and for another night
close the door
my closet
treasures
sigh
anticipating
my return
another day
where I will untie the tiny red ribbons
of those love letters
and read them again.
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Janna
Be alway safe,
Karen
This reminds us of the precious and ever-changing currency of life.
Christine
Anna
a poetic and emotional rummage through
heart and soul, this is great indeed.
John
Peace
Tony