Banana Boxes
Faded banana boxes,
bulging with memories,
dusty and dumped.
Letters of hate and hope,
mixed up and messed up.
desperate documents,
torn crumpled pages,
aging lamented emails,
received and sent.
Layered down and stored -
mostly ignored,
excused from the room,
consigned to the loft.
Lie low, tarry awhile,
until I waiver and
re-visit those times gone -
half remembered tears,
long since parted hearts,
flakes of roses,
creased tainted scraps,
scrawled messages of disappointment -
viewed through dry wounded eyes
Anthony Emmerson
Wed 11th Mar 2009 18:05
Hi Sian,
Liked this very much. Why do we keep reminders of sometimes painful past experience? Maybe it's a learning and reminding experience - or perhaps it's the somewhat masochistic pleasure of revisiting past trauma. We have all done it at some, time and your poem neatly encapsulates the shared and universal experiece of this. A rewarding read.
Regards,
A.E.