Blacklight 09: Holding on
Written by Scott Weese
Holding On
By Scott Weese
Why do we keep things past their time?
That fashion gone and obsolescent toy
Have long since outlived their usefulness.
Is this what fills the poets' words
With melancholy chords of nothing
Mined from things long lost?
The holding on, I mean:
Our hoarding in musty shelves
(The shoving gently to polished musty shelves)
Shadowed, dusty, horrid save the darkness.
These empty trinkets store regret.
Triggers for what may could be
If only. But no. And never. And not again.
So dark and dismal hollow serve
To store the past, and hold the slosh
Of feelings unfelt except as scars.
Which is why this poem and poet lie.
That lonely postcard with scribbled hurt
Needs no shelf to hurt.
Life is made of little moments.
We are grown and grow from each and all.
These shelves just hold the ones that stunt.
We keep them for the echoes.
We keep them to remember how to live.
We put them back to live again.
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