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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. 

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Entered  in  Carol Brown's  Contest   "Pieces Of Paper...A Poet's Heart"

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