What pleasure do I get from that thousand dollar jacket I last hugged from the inside a dozen years ago? It hangs, spiritless inside my closet like a prison suicide waiting to be discovered by the indifferent morning shift. Or those fancy leather shoes
Wonderful poem. I have been going through some boxes recently, but did not manage to find inspiration for such beautiful poetry. Linked to this poem from my own newsletter.
Very true. Worldly things bring pleasure when new but over time as life changes they get pushed aside and forgotten!
Yes, what is the use of much the stuff we accumulate over time?
Wonderful poem. I have been going through some boxes recently, but did not manage to find inspiration for such beautiful poetry. Linked to this poem from my own newsletter.
Hit home...the power of the shared word❤
"buried under the weight of
all the imagined occasions,"
I came back to these multiple times...beautifully said...