Everything rusts

When we try to hold on

To the handles that no longer turn

The keys that no longer fit

The jokes that are no longer funny

The lies that we told to get ourselves

Through the year of days

We can say that they are full of rust


When the hinges on the doors remain stuck fast

And we have hung on to the paper clippings

Of a love that collects dust

The engine and the brakes cease up and fail

It’s time to turn away and admit it’s just rust


When we try to hold on to the bubble that’s burst

As we scrabble to catch the fragments of a dream

That is lost

When we choose all the memories of something, we think

Should last

Of all of those who have disappeared into the woodwork

Year after year

We begin to realise that it is all just rust


But those that remain are the parts

That still move

Maybe a little jaded pitted and chipped

Rubbed down


Because they are those that have been greased and oiled

With music

Kind words and love

◄ Lost in space

Battle for the beach ►


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Martin Elder

Fri 12th Jul 2019 22:50

Thanks to fish and Mindy for liking.
Don thanks for reading and commenting, bless you my friend

Tommy I love your comment I sense a line of poetry there

Lisa I know what you mean. there is a certain beauty in rust , I love old doors and gates that show signs of aging and wear. I cannot pass one that looks distressed without taking a picture.

Rose many thanks for your appreciation its means a lot, particularly having such friends as your good self. Cheers

Stu, somehow I thought this may appeal to you my friend. My problem is that because I am quite melancholic by nature I can get a bit to maudlin at times. Hope we can catch in the not to distant future .

Tom thanks so much for reading I am pleased I provoke people a little to think occasionally

Devon there is nothing quite like a mellow groove to start the day, particularly on a Friday.

Ray that is something satisfying I have to confess in repairing or refurbishing something, sometimes we all to readily throw away something because it has a bit of surface rust. But there are some things that get so easily forgotten and discarded like relationships. I must admit I do appreciate my friendships a good deal. and you are right sometimes it isn't so easy to move on.

Once again thanks to everybody for reading and commenting, iut is greatly appreciated

Love to all

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Fri 12th Jul 2019 22:47

Great sense of comparisons - I can identify so much here being forever trying to repair material functional things and see the analogy, and how it should be time to move on to free ourselves up from the irrelevant past. Easier said than done of course!


Devon Brock

Fri 12th Jul 2019 21:12

Martin, this was the first poem I read today before heading off to "the plant". Set a mellow groove on a busy fryday. Thanks.


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Fri 12th Jul 2019 15:33

Nicely poignant and thoughtful piece Martin. Love it.

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Stu Buck

Fri 12th Jul 2019 14:15

lovely maudlin piece martin. i do love bleakness in all its resplendent beauty

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Rose Casserley

Fri 12th Jul 2019 13:52

like a lot of guys on here Martin, I have no problems in relating to and thoroughly enjoying all that you write have written and thankfully continue to write. A wonderful poem mate.

Rose ?

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Lisa C Bassignani

Fri 12th Jul 2019 10:46

I like to think of rust as a lovey patina. Very nice Martin

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Tommy Carroll

Fri 12th Jul 2019 09:52

Shoulder or kick, charge this bleakness. Well writ Martin. Tommy

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Don Matthews

Fri 12th Jul 2019 09:41

I like this Martin.

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