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The Museum's 'Personal Possessions From a Shipwreck'

A recent visit to an eclectic museum trying to achieve many things in a small space. Unintentionally presented in the style of a lucid dream. Harps through the ages (with audio), a collection of children's toys (with brief notes about who owned them), a human skeleton (example of preservation of bone), important paintings and prints of fish, axes through the ages (note to say chainsaws are now used - exclamation mark added to note hilarity of how times change). I rested upon the following display and thought about it... Personal possessions from a shipwreck The oddity of prized finds: Insole of a shoe Broken plate Comb Child's marble All encased is glass Evidence of life and death, acquired and simply labelled Perhaps elsewhere are the statistics How many souls onboard Still saying nothing The ordinariness of items spared by the sea From a day it swallowed whole so many dreams And how safely those objects are kept How we all hold objects sacred Evidence of a life But meaningless in the scheme of things

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Date: 4/24/2023 2:00:00 AM
There must be hundreds of stories lost in a shipwreck, and the remnants give us the tiniest hint of what was. maybe the waves carry those stories to a distant shore, so poets can breathe them in and bring them to life once more. A lovely poem D
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Date: 4/22/2023 5:07:00 PM
Do love this poem DD. As some of mine can attest, I see significance in the bits and pieces of life , the bric-a-brac, the odds and ends, all seem to capture some the meaning and emotion of life. Your poem expresses this beautifully
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Date: 4/22/2023 10:02:00 PM
Thank you, I've been wanting to turn it into a poem for a bit but nothing formed. I actually managed to start it by writing something I was going to call 'poems I haven't finished'. I was testing whether I could get anywhere by putting poems that peter out in one space and intended to share it as a slightly interesting 'poets discarded page idea' (does that I don't even care that that is a pretentious idea mean I'm a true poet? haha)

Book: Shattered Sighs