Artifact, Object, Doodad, Dingus

I wish to possess an artifact,
or possibly an object.
There are spaces

     in this poem,

gaps in this thing, these lines.
So do we not need an item,
or some kind of body?
How about an article?
If there are spaces, gaps, holes,
we do require something to fill
those spaces, those

     gaps, those

     holes.

So why do we remember
all those things, stuff from our past
and wish to possess?
It will happen to me;
hasn't hit me yet,
but, oh dear, it will, it will.


(Jul 2022)
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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Dietrich Avatar
July 30, 2022 at 4:01 PM
this is very interesting poetry to read. So unique!
John Avatar
July 8, 2023 at 3:26 AM
Thank you, Andrea. Good to hear from you.
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