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lost
by Gira BryantI am very attached
to my things
possessiveness
streaks through my nature
my people, my clothes
my bed, my books
my computer, my pans
my Kitchen Aid
(in candy apple red, of course)
but sometimes
things become misplaced
frenzy ensues
where is it?
where did it go?
how can I find it?
is it lost?
worst of all
is putting it
"in a safe place"
where it's lost
in plain sight
how?
dunno.
Just happens.
And poof
just like that
sometimes people
are gone too 11/06/2007 Posted on 11/06/2007
Copyright © 2024 Gira Bryant
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Meghan Helmich on 11/06/07 at 10:22 PM man, people are always gone. i like how the ending kind of disappeared with the whole meaning of the poem. hehe good one |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 11/07/07 at 12:04 AM Yes, well put...and quite a deepening of meaning at the end...but it is all conected, these emotional feelings for things...associations, and most of all people... I feel the same! |
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