paper chain

Back in those hazy memory days, before I
learned how to imprint memory with motive,
I remember getting angry, throwing you away.

I wanted to rescue you,
but I wasn’t allowed
to take things
from the
garbage.

You
were gone
forever, but I
could see you there,
in front of my eyes.

I don’t know why you made
such an impression, but ever since, you’ve
come to mind during moments of unbearable sadness.

lucychili
April 11th, 2010 at 11:37 am
the discovery of your ability to choose
i seems you have kept it in a way =)
pamela
April 11th, 2010 at 8:41 pm
Well done!
Pamela
Greg O'Connell
April 11th, 2010 at 9:38 pm
Nice work. Evocative, bittersweet. I had guessed: a doll – before learning it was a paper chain. Mine is a comic poem this time, about my monster named ‘Megabyte’ =)
Jenna
April 11th, 2010 at 11:33 pm
I get the place where this poem comes from; I have a few memories like this myself. Nice job.
dadoo
April 12th, 2010 at 4:55 am
Are
you sure
that paper chain
was not really a
discarded quadropus of
a banana’s
peel?
grid
April 12th, 2010 at 11:33 am
I imagine the banana peel and the paper chain are hangin’ out. I bet they stay up late into the night telling stories, playing cards and reminiscing about those strange days in the land of people.
dadoo
April 13th, 2010 at 12:44 pm
Oh! Of course!

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