Saturday, June 26, 2010

Summer Antiquing

Other peoples' things
sit, collecting dust,
on a crowded shelf,
waiting to stir up murky memories
which swirl around aimlessly
like soft, grey mud
at the bottom of the bay
when you step
oh so carefully
on a summer's evening.

4 comments:

TACParent said...

Nicely written. I wonder what inspired it? I really like "murky memories" "swirl around aimlessly." That really captures it.

Dymphna said...

Thanks. I browsed the local antique stores today and it made me think.

Kay said...

I just love how the simpliest of things can and are poetic! Just Great!

"another mans trash is another mans treasure"

Love antiquing! and so true how emotions can be roused.

Dymphna said...

Absolutely, Kay. Thanks!

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