when memories are scraps

scraps of our life together
scattered on the floor
tossed repeatedly

when our life becomes
junk hoarded

each crystal figurine
seems to, in a dusty coat,
frown
and shake a finger

each newspaper, one
on another,
screams a headline of
war

when the dog sniffs out
an old banana peel

drags it along
thinking, one day, this will be
useful.

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2 Comments

Filed under conceptual, poem, poetry, relationships, stream of consciousness

2 responses to “when memories are scraps

  1. Jody,
    Our lives are but scraps. Love this poem!

  2. Angela – thank you! Appreciate it –

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