Miscellaneous poems which could not fit as individual items. |
A RUSTY KEY A rusty lock, a rusty key, A rusty iron chest, Inside it a rusty paper, From days gone by, does rest. I have not had a look at the Paper or its contents. A conundrum of emotions, I know it represents. I dare not open it up and Rekindle memories Of dreams that were never fulfilled, The unended stories. I myself was the architect Of dreams that dried too soon. I could not get a tiny star, Though I wanted the moon. Let those rusty memories be Sent to oblivion To freeze indefinitely there For many an aeon. • Written in abcb, 8-6-8-6 format. • REQUEST—While reviewing, please copy and paste the following in your review: This is a review for “entry:483329". [Please take care to place within { } the words in inverted commas above]. If that is too difficult, just type the name of the poem in your review. This is important because, otherwise, I may never know which poem you have reviewed, since the review will be shown against the book in which this entry appears. • Written for Take My Phrase, Please: Round 21 Contest, "Invalid Item" M C Gupta 24 January 2007 |