Curio

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    Curio


    there is a crack on the hard wood floor
    near the corner where the curio cabinet holds pictures
    of my family, precious little things,
    nic-nacs i’v collected over the years
    a life now dulled from dust and neglect

    i’v been busy
    making a world for myself
    busy/ tearing down the old and making way for the new
    creating a place for me
    renovating, remolding my world
    my life

    all was going to plan until
    i noticed a crack on the hard wood floor
    near the corner where the curio cabinet sits
    and i saw what i had been destroying

    so what now?
    my new world is nearly complete
    should i rip up this crack and every thing with it
    or open the curio and dust off the memories

    to keep my world
    undone.

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    Rickeyhood’s Poems (6)

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    Life on the walk-ways 0
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    Sitting on a bench in the park 0
    Curio 0
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