Memorabilia

I save the bits and pieces of the past
the trinkets and the faded photographs

disheveled like the windblown autumn leaves
beyond the pulse of everything that breathes

I cannot step into those memories
before the gods I stoop to beggary

and plead my case to an indifferent sky
and wait to hear abandonment's reply

the wind conspires to stir the leaves like grief
but tears are shed to very scant relief

I take an object from a shelf of dreams
as I recall my youth and foolish schemes

but even memory withholds from me
the sights and sounds of all that used to be

and nothing seems to fit my failed design
a voice to fill this silent pantomime

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Comments (18)

And nothing........... Silent pantomime. Nicely crafted poem.
Barry this an awesome piece. Sad, yet so very beautiful. Congrats on this poem being chosen.10++++
Hmmmm, seems like I only recently commented on this little jewel of a poem. And now it's Poem of the Day. No surprise here. Congratulations, Barry, on a very deserving Poem of the Day! :)
Memories of life! ! A shelf of dreams. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Congratulations for being selected as POTD. Love the lines I cannot step into those memories before the gods I stoop to beggary 10++ for it.
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