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Rummaging Poems - Poems about Rummaging


Premium Member Attic Rummaging

unearthed belongings... 
gasps of pleasant astonishment;
e u r e k a!
white elephants galore...
many treasures, too!
fallen into decades of desuetude 
old clothes and shoes 
to be donated to charity;
some books to be thrown away.
a silver locket, I thought lost;
inscribed with the word "Dreamer" 
on the inside.
birthday gift many, many years ago
from my first love. wow!
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Categories: rummaging, books, clothes, home,
Form: Verse

Premium MemberRummaging To Find My Favorite Thing

Given a box of old, lost things I’d loved and enjoyed
which somehow, somewhere in my youth
vanished mysteriously from my life,
I feel thrilled to look inside where first I find
fun troll dolls with colorful long hair.
Also I find my first attempts at poetry – cheesy lovesick poems
which I never knew then foretold the passion of my
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Categories: rummaging, youth,
Form: Prose



While Rummaging Thru Papers To Shred

While rummaging thru papers to shred...

Earlier this November fourth
two thousand and nineteen
your truly long in the tooth 
(er...in dentured) wordsmith
rifled thru miscellaneous papers to shred
unwittingly chancing upon

report cards enlightening me,
academic, emotional, social...
characteristics, née significant
figurative "red flags,"
(no not signifying me being blacklisted
re: guarding Communism taking root)

rather teacher's comments
signaled moderate behavioral crisis,
where bass and treble clef acronyms
“Good
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Categories: rummaging, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse

Premium MemberRummaging

rummaging through
an old drawer
of memories



Submitted on March 24, 2021 for contest ALL YOURS (MAR 26) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND

Originally posted on September 13, 2018
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Categories: rummaging, angst, introspection, memory, remember,
Form: Senryu

Rummaging Through Trash

My finger felt unusually light and unconstrained
free of the weight and choke of the gold ring 
Did it slip off my finger or I hid it 
in a nook beyond my reach
Trying to recollect while
fervently opening drawers,
undressing bed and pillows
I do slip it out when kneading the dough
Might have shoved it in trash with onion
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Categories: rummaging, lost,
Form: Free verse




Book: Reflection on the Important Things