throw me in the junk drawer
with old friends and capless pens
beating hearts and plastic parts
half a scribbled list now bookmark
in some idyllic poetic scheme—
your dark eyes and my reflection
wondering
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I love the concept you caught here and the sense that I caught of a pending reawakening. Really nice.
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Thank you. 🙂
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Interesting the idea of “rediscovering” old friends in the junk drawer…I have been thinking about this concept lately too. You have captured this “place” with your words. I love the internal rhymes in your lines, it really flows! You are truly an inspiration!
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Aw, you are too kind. I’m glad this resonated with you.
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‘Friends and capless pens’ — wonderful! And such a pensive closing. Nice.
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This theme seems to be weighing on many minds at the moment. I love that line too about the friends and capless pens. Human priorities are sometimes inscrutable.
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smart metaphor.
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