Fiedler Poems | Examples

Lydia

I first thought it just an old purse,
hand-tooled- child sized-
with braided leather strap and aged patina- 
purchased in an antique shop 
to hang on a wall or place on a shelf.

But something unexpected came with the purse, 
it seems to have an id- 
that draws and imparts deep melancholy-
that speaks to me over the years-
of a treasured gift from a loving parent- 
a memento of happy days- 
that blissful innocence could not foresee 
ever coming to an end- 
of tragedy and pathos- then old age- 
of living with regret and dying alone.

What is this pervading id- the deep sorrow
that is sensed- to whom did it belong-
why does it linger here? The reason seems
very clear, I think I know the name- 
is it She- the one inscribed…
Lydia Fiedler, Portland Expo 1905?

You may rest now Lydia- go in peace- and
know that your treasure is safe with me.