Thursday, August 18, 2016

Poem of the Day: "Memory Scrap" by Sierra July, Frequent Contributor


Memory Scrap
Sierra July

I clutch a yellowed card
“Happy Birthday” reads through
Ripped fringes, coffee stains
The bin beckons, mouth wide
But I cling on, staring
Till my eyes burn, water
Over your pen scrawled name


Poet’s Notes:  Cleaning out old papers, I realized how hard it can be to throw some things out. Be they old holiday or birthday cards, gift cards or scraps of paper someone you care for wrote something on. Like photos, they can hold memories, and though some things must be disposed of to avoid clutter, the memories remain.

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