Lifes' Tapestry Poet Free verse

Once There Was

I carry a spring deep within my pocket 
once a child's toy

I hold it close and reminisce on his warmth 
a warmth now long gone 

A smile appears as I hear the laughter
permeate my mind

and remember the electric train tooting
and crashing down the line

For a junkyard there had to be, a pile,
wreckage, beside the line

he is gone now - away
a memory today
and I carry his spring in my pocket and smile

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White Wolf November 2, 2018 at 3:26 PM The beginnings of a hoarder? Perhaps he'll create his own junkyard one day, all from memories. I like this one Lifes' Tapestry November 2, 2018 at 7:19 PM Hates poetry with a passion, however, 'the idiot who left the fire', had him in stitches. So who knows. :)

Heidi Sands November 2, 2018 at 10:46 AM I enjoyed this interesting poem :) Well done!

Chris Green November 2, 2018 at 9:47 AM Wow, that was so cool. The images this created in my mind were many. That's what I like about your poetry, there is always a story for the reader to find and interpret how they choose. Like that spring in your pocket, this one brings back memories to me. Lifes' Tapestry November 2, 2018 at 10:12 AM I did play around with that eleven and a half - but I preferred it not to rhyme. I do love stories though - perhaps I am the storytelling dancer - a jester in the kings court - but sleep beckons again. good night :)