Wonder Drawer
Hello carefully curated space
My museum of memories.
When everything else is chaos and overflowing.
You have been my constant calm
Though you changed shape as I moved from place to place.
You used to be a jar
My expression of assemblage
From the bits and bobs of daily toil.
But it made me vulnerable
When others saw what I considered worthy of my drawer.
Once you were a box, clever
My trove of small treasure
Like the lonely earring, whose mate got lost in the somewhen.
You still keep it safe
Just in case the lost is not gone forever.
At times you were a leather casing
My mobile raven’s nest of Mnemosyne.
Sorting the memories I wanted to keep
And exactly how
I wanted to remember things.
You were always my haven
My silent partner of reflection
The place I could count on
To have and to hold
When nothing else felt fair or even.
Now you are a drawer at last,
My stash of souvenirs.
From times I went away
And for the times
I need to remind myself I went and came back.
Nothing is ever really organised in my space. Good poem.
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Thanks. I’m not sure if I gave the impression I’m organized or not. I’m usually surfing just ahead of the chaos tsunami.
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I wish I were you 🙂
Hey I hope you don’t mind but I’d like to invite you to my blog at http://www.insanitybeautiful.wordpress.com
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Thanks for the invite, I’m enjoying it right now. 🙂
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Your drawer sound like the fountain of youth ;).
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@Noirfifre, That’s an interesting idea. I hadn’t thought about that before, but I guess our memories is what keeps us young.
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I really love this. My drawer holds the same value for me, and I can really relate to the second last part. Also, this is very well-written! 🙂
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Yay! Thank you! I’m glad you liked it.
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