Useless, Broken Things–dVerse OLN


Useless, Broken Things

In a forgotten cupboard,
behind an empty box,
I find stories, covered in dust

A child’s teddy bear,
ragged, torn,
forgotten years ago.

A toddler’s shoe,
wrinkled, scuffed.
Worn for her first steps?

Inside her lonely room,
an old lady turns frayed pages
of her memory.

She kisses photos’ tattered edges,
and wishes, once again,
to hear the sounds of laughter.

In a forgotten cupboard,
behind an empty box,
I find toys, cover them with tears.

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15 thoughts on “Useless, Broken Things–dVerse OLN

  1. Angela says:

    Some objects carry such veiaceral meaning and memory. Most of all, they remind us of time lost, time gone by. That’s both beautiful and sad sometimes! Lovely poem, Victoria.

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  2. I find myself overcome with Nostalgia whenever I come across an old belonging of mine haha. Very well written 😄

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  3. Sabio Lantz says:

    To me, sweet, not sad. And rich. And lived. And all to natural.
    Good write!

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  4. Beautifully written. Everything has a story.

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  5. Sue says:

    Oh, beautiful! I’m almost inspired to try and write again, I feel my muse tentatively stirring….

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  6. Charley says:

    “…stories covered in dust” This is an image that carries the whole poem.

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  7. X says:

    We have a box of photos full of memories. I some days wish we had never gone to digital photos because they are like tangible memories. This made me think of that.

    Def feel the loneliness in this…for the pitter patter of little feet and laughter of the young.

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  8. Stories covered with dust… what an amazing start. I still fear what I will find when I clean out my mother’s house. It has to come soon… and there are stories in stories, memories of generations.

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    • It is an experience, Bjorn, that takes your emotions on a trip. I’m still going through those tender memories and finding new things she kept from my dad who I never knew. Hope all is gentle with your mother’s transition.

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  9. Frank Hubeny says:

    I liked the ending of covering those toys with tears from one’s memories.

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  10. Grace says:

    I find it very touching and sad to see those broken stuff, unattended and forgotten. Those sounds of laughter are precious memories.

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  11. hypercryptical says:

    It’s odd what we keep, what become memories (on finding again).
    I have two threadbare and holed towels that covered my sons from head to foot when they were little – both in their forties now – and I just can’t throw them away. A well-worn draught excluder named (by one son) ‘Snickie the Snake’ that he kidnapped and became his bedtime cuddle toy, various tiny t-shirts and I could go on and on…
    Little bits of love, captured forever.
    Anna :o]

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  12. rothpoetry says:

    My post today on dVerse was inspired after reading your poem. I took a little different twist on the idea of brokenness. Thanks for your great poem. I am also very nostalgic about my old and broken things.
    Dwight

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