Work in progress for We Write Poems: http://wewritepoems.wordpress.com/2010/11/03/prompt-26-its-post-your-poems-day/
Collections
Collections of collections – I know folk like that.
You can’t move in their houses for all the tat.
Things may be tangible,
visible, countable, easily saleable.
Kick those things straight into touch:
Better far as a collecting habit:
friends, virtual friends, neighbours or kin,
kindred spirits: you can’t have too many –
for life support through thick and thin:
cheer when we’re gloomy, grumpy or sad,
fun, when the mood is right for a laugh,
‘She loved her friends’ my epitaph.
LOLsss
True.. and Neat too.. 🙂
Viv Dear, I so hope I too become this hopeful and happy when I hit your age.. I am so temperamental and hot headed- 🙂
Love My Dear One- xoxox
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hmmm viv… that is a thoughtful sentiment we sometimes let pass… in our excitement to collect we forget the reality of life… the touch, the feel, the soft voice of reason… ha!!! collecting is so much fun though… but friends, one person at a time, one smile at a time, one hug at a time… now that’s a collection… and the closing line is everything, the one single thought one leaves behind when one is gone… a recollection
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I really enjoyed your poem! Truly inspiring in all the right directions. I too prefer friends over much of the stuff I’ve amassed. Although, I’m safe so far in that I can still very easily navigate my surroundings. Very well said!
Shari
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I agree with you on friends who have overwhelming collections. May we leave it all behind us!
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You said a lot in a short space.
Agreed, friends are better than things.
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Point noted Viv. People matter more than things of course. When two people connect, something magical happens.
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You bet! Cannot have too many friends! I do however know some of those people that have houses you cannot move through! Friends are worth so much more than things!
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Viv,
I absolutely agree with you on having friends. Whether it be real life or virtual.
The only problem I see is the people in cyberspace can hide behind whatever masks
they so chose. I had an altercation with just such a person about 3 months ago, at that time I really wasn’t prepared for their insult. I have moved on, but I must say I was quite disappointed with their immature behavior. I believe in family, friends and kindred spirits we can never have enough. But as I wrote on my blog to your comment, we never know who we are dealing with really. Until we get to know them and sometimes we don’t like what we see.
I always accept your comments. I believe I have a lot to learn from you.
Regards,
Pamela
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I don’t know about learning from me – we are all so individualistic on the poetry circuit! But thank you for your comment, and also for the process notes on your own poem – I re-read it and found quite a different slant from the first reading.
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I don’t so much collect friends as I do connections to other people, hence why I have more connections to people out in cyberspace but relatively keep to myself RL. Not unsociable, but just more comfortable in the webiverse. Your poem kinda reminded me of that, and a unique take on the practive of collecting.
-Nicole
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Fortunate folks to be on Viv’s friendshelf .
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Ah, I hope I’m like you–a collector of friends. I just don’t have the patience to dust off all those other collections.
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I agree, collecting friends beats the kinds of collections that sit around gathering dust…
Love the epitaph!
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Viv, I really enjoyed this, especially the last line.
You sparked something in me – I hadn’t written anything for this prompt but I read your first two lines and didn’t finish the poem because my own popped into my head. So thank you!
Then I came back, of course. I am one of those friends you mentioned, after all (I hope).
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Absobloominglutely
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Oh boy, this was good.
Nicely written and thought provoking..
Wysteria
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