Linda Alice Fowler Poet Quatrain

Pawn Shop

It sat with double doors propped open
inviting the poor, the sad, the broken
Its dusty shelves stuffed and sated
with objects – some fresh, others dated

I carried my dreams with heavy arms
formerly dazzling magical charms
Now in tattered cardboard boxes
a life in unresolved paradoxes

Prized possessions, cherished memories
adored as luxurious shiny accessories
Their worth besmirched and unfamiliar
traded for coins of gold and silver.

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Reason A. Poteet April 21, 2025 at 1:54 PM Tough place to be between a rock and a pawn shop. Treasures which are worth far more than the few coins awarded; but reality plays her tricks when money is king. A wonderful write on the subject you chose. Congrats on your win. Linda Alice Fowler April 23, 2025 at 7:16 AM Many thanks Reason. :)

Panagiota Romios April 21, 2025 at 1:41 PM Congratulations dear friend.,,hard to part with thins we loved that hold shiny memories,and written with trus geart, What I never knew is ..if they are not sold in a week, into a landfill they go. That is sad to me. So I no longer pdo that.. I try and find someone who wants them with no interference! I may be weird but You know that. A child of the stars, Pangie Linda Alice Fowler April 23, 2025 at 7:16 AM Thank you dear friend! I don't sell either, I give. :)

David Crandall April 21, 2025 at 11:04 AM Great poignant piece, elle. Two songs came to my mind "Junk" by Paul McCartney and "Soldier's Things" by Tom Waits. Linda Alice Fowler April 23, 2025 at 7:13 AM LOL Dave. Perfect! Many thanks for the visit. elle :)

Paula Goldsmith April 20, 2025 at 11:08 AM Congratulations on your win. I enjoyed reading your wonderful "My Pawn Shop Mementos" write. Happy/Blessed Easter Day...... Linda Alice Fowler April 21, 2025 at 6:59 AM Hi dear Paula. Thank you for the visit on Easter. I hope yours was energizing. hugs! :)

Margaret Foster April 18, 2025 at 4:14 AM Their worth besmirched for crude cash. Nostalgia breaks your heart at times. Beautifully written Linda. Cheers Linda Alice Fowler April 21, 2025 at 6:59 AM It surely does Margaret. Thanks for the kind visit and comment. :)

Jerry Brotherton April 17, 2025 at 4:32 PM I feel the same way about yard sales. Every item is someone's lost dream. Linda Alice Fowler April 17, 2025 at 7:25 PM I think you are right Jerry. Especially estate sales where family is selling deceased belongings. Thanks for stopping by! :)

Jan Allison April 17, 2025 at 2:12 AM I had a huge lump in my throat reading this " I carried my dreams with heavy arms formerly dazzling magical charms Now in tattered cardboard boxes a life in unresolved paradoxes. Gonna add this to my faves Linda Alice, :-) hugs Jan xx Linda Alice Fowler April 17, 2025 at 5:54 AM Now, I want to tear up...my Capcha characters are P U B. Care to join me? Thanks Jan - so appreciate your comments and Fav! :)