Pieces of Paper - a Poet's Heart

PIECES OF PAPER - A POET’S HEART My mauve cloth shimmers to the ground, And the love letters in the wind, Scripts of poems still young, All the scope of love, living scraps of life, Lie scattered on floor like a jigsaw unscrambled, Some scribbled quickly, others at leisure; This one angry, that one sad. Some filled with a bursting heart overflowing With gladness for the food of love Which has been spread out in front of it In a feast at the rich table of a lord Where as a guest I have no right to be - But only indulged as a poor drifting soul. Paper morsels of preserved feelings long-forgotten, Like little labels on imagined jars Holding samples of my past life; Tiny invitations to the repast of the past Where long-gone figures still live in vibrant colour And their laughter still echoes like music from the walls. Their touch is still felt in the softness of the paper; Their embrace is ever-present in the inviting colour of the notes. I stoop and gather the windfalls of my life And replace them lovingly in their box, Lying easily next to each other as friends do, And cover them with my mauve scarf woven from silk To keep the dust from aging their folds. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ... . . . . . . . . . . . . . Entered in Carol Brown's Contest "Pieces Of Paper...A Poet's Heart"