Jar of Hearts
When I came into the room
the bookcase, too heavily laden by far,
had tipped and spilled our picture to the floor.
Its glass gathered with a broom,
the torn remains of us now saved here in a jar
I have neatly filed between fantasy and lore.
The “assignment” is to write a poem depicting a certain emotion or feeling without naming the emotion. And for the readers to say what emotion or feeling is being depicted in their comments. I have done my part, now you do yours!!! For dVerse poets pub
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This is wonderful.
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Thanks, Sadah.
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Sadah*
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Good description of a bittersweet memory — some sadness, some relief, and some resolve to move forward.
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You always get me…
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I love your filing it between fantasy and lore. A wonderful telling of a relationship in only 2 words.
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Thanks, Sarah. Sparsity is usually not my style..but here it was.
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Sad memories of once being happy
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I thought there was almost relief here. Certainly resignation. Your filing system is genius.
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An interesting take on the poem, Sarah. Very astute. I love it when readers give me new insights into my own words!
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So do I! It’s like the work really does have its own life!
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Exactly. Like birthing kids. You do all the work, initially, and then they take off into their own lives… if you are lucky.
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Very nice! I like how you described both saving the pieces and placing them between fantasy and lore.
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Thanks, Frank.
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My guess is the emotions are grief and regret. Nice poem & photo.
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Right on.
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Well, since you mention filing it between fantasy and lore, I have to say: deceit or insincerity – regret.
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Good thinking. I guess it could also mean a misinterpretation of what was going on on the part of the narrator as well, come to think of it.
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As to emotion, not sure if I can define that. Acceptance or apathy, maybe a tinge of disappointment?
This sounds pack-rat-ish. Someone who’s inclined to save too much (i.e., loaded bookcase) even when it’s long ago lost its meaning. Mind you, my interpretation may be colored by my own current mood. I’ve been cleaning out our spare bedroom/sewing room this week… 🙂
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Ha. Guess in our minds we are all pack rattish, no matter how much we seek to clear them out.
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And you are right. Even though I gave away or sold rooms full of books when I moved to Mexico, I still brough a number down that I will never read or read again but that I brought for sentimental reasons. The books in the photo,however, are in a bookshelf in the house I’m renting for a few months at the beach. Leaving in a few days, so I’ll leave their collection behind me at least.
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I have a few dozen saved for sentimental reasons—and my husband has at least six bookcases full. 😉
On, a completely different topic, how much damage was done during that earthquake on the West coast?
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You mean the one near where I am in Mexico? No damage that I know of, at least around here. I didn’t feel it but my upstairs neighbor did.
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