Dust in a box, uninteresting save
its progenitor; in truth, a mere
pacifier for those grieved souls
Redwood blonde, lined by age, once
a titan of might, now molded into
an honorable death, at Its behest
Lifeless plaques, shiny tchotchkes
of distraction, adornments scarred
by dates past and words empty;
Human constructs, ill-befitting records
and sentiments, impossible attempts
to define worth and pure happiness
Descriptions of the nondescript, a
paling comparison, an appalling emb-
arrassment, inadequate and iniquitous
A wooden coffer subduing a life any-
thing but wooden; ash of a bridge to
goodness burned, of inimitable affection,
of contagious élan, and forevermore
unattainable humanity, an uninteresting,
eternized box of dust; priceless
art: Sorrow Floats by Susan Hutchinson
Captivating as ever…I learned a new word “tchotchke” thanks to you! 🙂
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Thank you; that’s the best part
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Well done (you’re just making words up now).
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Thanks, strange given I only write down words
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*Groan* 😆🙄
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Does not a twofer deserve two groans?
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Um, you received exactly two emojis. The groan was complimentary.
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Fair enough. Weirdest. Compliment. Ever.
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Yeah, well, I can’t help how weird I am.
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