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The Story of your Stuff Contest

A decision is made, I want nothing nice I'll have this for now, it'll surely suffice Prized possessions being taken leaves me afraid I want nothing nice, a decision is made No one can hurt me, it can be prevented Let no one in, raise my defences I don't want to get my hopes up you see It can be prevented, no one can hurt me There's something I treasure, if the light hits right And I'm all in the moment, forget all my fight I store up the moments, by them my worth measure If the light hits right, there's something I treasure I have no story of stuff, remember my name I have hopes in a basket, with just self to blame To feel that I count, for me that's enough Remember my name, I have no story of stuff

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Hilda Greenhough

Date: 7/30/2024 6:40:00 PM

Rhyme and reason are woven together. You certainly mastered the quatrain style.

Di11y Da11y
Date: 7/31/2024 12:32:00 PM

Thank you Hilda x

David Kavanagh

Date: 7/30/2024 11:40:00 AM

An immaterial girl in a material world Dilly Dally, the reader will remember your name, how can they not, you’re all about light and shade, I don’t like getting my hopes up either, makes reality easier to deal with, although I do hope you have a winner here with this humble little piece, cheers David

Di11y Da11y
Date: 7/30/2024 12:19:00 PM

Thanks David - sometimes these early writes lead to other ideas forming, so I'll see whether something else occurs. I'm not attached to much stuff or overly sentimental either. I might have to imagine what I might take to a desert island (probably this hammock I try never to leave!) - never thought I'd hear you quote Madonna :) (I took it as a "it's immaterial" girl - lol)

Karen Jones

Date: 7/30/2024 11:34:00 AM

This need to be safe is understandable during these times. But the puzzle is if one holds a fist tight how can one give or receive? Your poem is engaging and it makes me think. Was it for contest? Still well done!

Di11y Da11y
Date: 7/30/2024 12:14:00 PM

Thanks Karen, it is for Jaymee's contest, but I might give it more thought before the deadline. Lots to ponder

Chetta Achara

Date: 7/30/2024 11:15:00 AM

Such an insight into our times and the fears we can (and do) have. It gives me shivers

Di11y Da11y
Date: 7/30/2024 12:01:00 PM

Thank you for your comment Chetta, it feels more like times of acquisition than make do - sorry for the shivers x