What is it and what could it be?

In the final drawer

On the morning of the clearance

Long undisturbed by mysteries

Hovering over soapboxes and items rearranged

A few now discovered things

All solid and haphazard

Like fingers pointing towards crevices

Away from discovery

Shaped and separate objects

With undisclosed stories

Looking for repurpose or conversation

Maybe even the happiest connection

Beauty – whatever that means.


© Steve O’Connor.

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Mon 9th Jan 2017 15:16

This really needs concentrating on to get the full benefit, Steve and having read it carefully it revealed a lot , out of random objects possibilities are considered and highlighted. A very revealing insightful poem.


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Rose Casserley

Sun 8th Jan 2017 21:03

Great poem Steve.

Rose 💋

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