Thank you so much, Marion. As I wrote in response to an earlier comment, there is something so sorrowful about old toys. Toys should be young and youthful – and they remain so, but we grow up and have to move on and leave them behind, these friends who, when we were children, were always with us and brought us such joy and companionship. The sorrow is that we must abandon them and in doing so, must acknowledge that some part of ourselves is no longer. Thank you for your comment.
August 6th, 2021 at 12:02 pm
I love, love, love the surprise that comes from the use of the word "dusk" rather than the more commonplace "dust."
August 9th, 2021 at 6:02 pm
Thank you so much, Gaby.
August 6th, 2021 at 12:37 pm
Evocative and open to lots of reflection and possible meanings from the reader. Nice work, thanks for sharing!
August 9th, 2021 at 6:03 pm
Thank you, Bob!
August 6th, 2021 at 12:59 pm
Elicited a deep sigh from me. Very moving.
August 9th, 2021 at 6:04 pm
Thank you so much, Sheila. I'm glad the poem moved you.
August 6th, 2021 at 2:22 pm
__ Ah… the old, that is today: bicyles then, in some places, were called a tin horse. _m
attic cobwebs
grip this shelf of aged toys
a tin horse
August 9th, 2021 at 6:07 pm
Very interesting. There's something so sorrowful about old toys. Thank you for writing in.
August 9th, 2021 at 4:46 am
Oh! This is delightfully visual and very moving, Jennifer. I still have a pirate ship of my son that I can?t bear to part with (he?s almost 23 ?)
marion
August 9th, 2021 at 6:11 pm
Thank you so much, Marion. As I wrote in response to an earlier comment, there is something so sorrowful about old toys. Toys should be young and youthful – and they remain so, but we grow up and have to move on and leave them behind, these friends who, when we were children, were always with us and brought us such joy and companionship. The sorrow is that we must abandon them and in doing so, must acknowledge that some part of ourselves is no longer. Thank you for your comment.
August 9th, 2021 at 4:54 am
very deep and beautiful ku!
August 9th, 2021 at 6:11 pm
Thank you so much.
August 9th, 2021 at 8:57 am
It's so often a wrench to part with old toys. It's like leaving childhood behind. I still have my old Ted, decades old, and would never part with him.
my old Ted sits there
button-eyes and love-kissed nose
contemplating life
August 9th, 2021 at 6:13 pm
Yes, exactly, Ingrid. It's deeply sorrowful to have to abandon old toys. Thank you so much for your comment and poem.