My grandfather’s jeep
was red with leather trim,
too small to hold
all the memories of him.
It’s empty now, stripped –
nothing within save dust
and leather that’s split.
Written for the A to Z Challenge and NaPoWriMo
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Blogging from A to Z Challenge 2014, NaPoWriMo, Poems
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April 11, 2014 at 6:26 pm
I really like what you’re doing here. there seems to be a positive vibe! what to do as you do and show others how. Good luck! 🙂
April 12, 2014 at 1:42 am
Thank you, Gede Prama. 🙂 But, I must warn you that my poems may not always be happy. I sometimes get stuck in the “mud of the crowd” and forget to “bloom…as a lotus flower.”
April 11, 2014 at 7:19 pm
This poem stopped me in my blog browsing tracks. Very well written. Short but large in the themes it encompasses. It reminded me of a quote from The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay that’s stuck with me: “The true magic of this broken world lay in the ability of the things it contained to vanish, to become so thoroughly lost, that they might never have existed in the first place.”
April 12, 2014 at 2:10 am
Thanks, Sarah! Wow, I”m goose-bumped and speechless by your comment (in a good way!). I’ve just put The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay on my list of books to read. 🙂
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