Poetry/Free Verse/pieces of me Copyright Protected, ID 08-1567-151-02 All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance LaFrance
Written August 02, 2023 For the Interntional Contest, Teach Me A Lesson Sponsor, Dilly Dally, Judged 08/13/2023
Tenth Place
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a ball is stuck in rafters by a pool waiting as long as I have been coming for 7 years on tender hooks as clouds drift by as the drums of time roll and roll watchful for the person whose air it cradles an unknown essence left behind and never considered like a pebble shining in the gloom ... are there places with pieces of me unknown lost pieces, perhaps seen and felt weathered-stained and expecting my presence still lingering ... suspended out of sight gently recalled ... sometimes pieces of me lost in a sea of nameless faces, unnoticed my lost pieces just shadows on the wall of time I remember though I never return and an encounter with a long ago friend who holds pieces of me within a memory an item something I said a dance ... embodied I want to ask who was I in that moment was I more than air breathed ... a breath gliding oh, why do people smile when holding a thing that opens the curtain of memory that link to the forgotten past and the pieces of me that tumble in time like a leaf-strewn in a gale that utters low wails like a violin I am the breath, the heart of those memories those are the pieces of me, I existed Original poem by Dilly Dally before editing... There's a beach ball stuck in the rafters of the pool, It's been there for the 7 years I've been coming here, It contains air from the lungs of an unknown person, an essence that rests here though they left and likely never consider the fact, I wonder all the places I've left pieces of me, Caught sight of but unknown, Known but not seen, Recalled gently, Where my presence never left a place but I never returned, Sometimes I encounter it with a long lost friend who has a memory or an item I made, a saying or dance I embodied that they kept somehow, There are some people I'd like to ask - who was I in that moment of my life when we passed I hope those fragments are more than the air I breathed on an unremembered day, And are the reason people smile and hold an item in their hands to conjure back like I do on occasion, Small links of the unforgotten, That piece me together as someone who existed.
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