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Collecting

The things I have collected read like a greedy bridal list.

Clocks, as if I could store up time for love and life.
Needing to be more than daughter, mother, lover, wife.
Hammocks, to stow away from the ordinary
Wanting, always, my life to be extraordinary

Ducks, in never ending flight across the walls
as if freedom could be found in these dim halls
Stuffed bears, the certain sign of love and joys.
Making up for lack of childhood toys

Rows and rows of dolls of every style
The inner child to charm and so beguile
Shells that smell of sea and sun and air,
from those times you tried so hard to care.

Candles, stones and lamps and lace
Many pictures of my fathers face
Post cards of white sand and onion domes.
While fear of change keeps me here at home.

Till that day we waited in his sombre room
and on his maple desk lay charts of doom.
While pulsing in my heated blood was hope
and life itself caught in my aching throat.

As we waited for a full and sure report
My heart, my mind, did thoroughly exhort.
And so my heart and I held honest tryst
as I promised my collecting to desist.

No more collecting pointless heartless whimsies
time for building up sweet, living memories.
You see, while we two waited there together
I knew I couldn't have life any better.

From you, I already had the precious time
An ordinary life with you was fine
From flight you never, ever held me back
And love and joy, my inner child ner lacked

The shell I loved - is your own sweet ear
In which I whisper words that echo dear.
My fathers face will never be so dim
because I already have a man like him

Post cards I own - will always be my own
as from far places I will send them home
My collection only made me trite and small.
But now, because of you I have it all.

I've stopped collecting now.

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Not the poem which we have read, but that to which we return, with the greatest pleasure, possesses the power and claims the name of essential poetry.


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The following comments are for "Collecting"
by Huni

just like you...
I am an avid collector of trinkets, baubles, smells, and dreams...what a list!

( Posted by: Shakti [Member] On: August 9, 2004 )

Huni-Collecting
Such a heartwarming cuddly read, Huni. You took my emotions up and down, making me hope for a happy ending... and thanks you did not disappoint me.

Huni, you are very very good here in your longer poems. (I already saw your abcederian and for me, it's perfect too, just couldn't write a comment for that one yet) Keep your longer poems coming, please?

( Posted by: peterpaulino [Member] On: August 9, 2004 )

collecting comments
Thank you so much. These comments are worth collecting I think. Windchime, your last sentence was a heart lifter. Claire, you caught my purpose. Long poems, Peter are a new challenge for me, so that means a lot. Shakti, you beautiful poetess, that you read and commented is an honour. thanks all. huni.

( Posted by: huni [Member] On: August 9, 2004 )

Collecting
Huni I am so glad you posted this here, this is one of my all time favorites!!! Great job Huni.

Nae

( Posted by: nae411 [Member] On: August 9, 2004 )

Nae
Why, thank you Nae, are you the kindest girl or what. I think it is the one I like best as well. Have you had a break from writing? huni.

( Posted by: Huni [Member] On: August 9, 2004 )

Huni
Break from writing? No, not really you just haven't been reading :0( JK, I have some new stuff coming out tomorrow, I think!

Nae

( Posted by: nae411 [Member] On: August 9, 2004 )

Huni's collection
Huni, this was simply beautiful. By the time I read the last line, I had tears streaming down my face. And I'm not embarrased to say that, because I'm sure I wasn't the only one ;)
I thought it was clever the way that you wove the 'love poem' into the piece. Bravo on a excellent poem :)
Reba

( Posted by: Reba [Member] On: August 10, 2004 )

Ahh! Reba ...
What a thing to say, thank you very much for responding to this poem. Isn't that what warms us, when something we write moves someone? It does me anyway, regards huni.

( Posted by: Huni [Member] On: August 10, 2004 )

Reba thanks so much
Reba, thank you for your wonderful comment. That is one reason we write I guess, to touch or connect with someone else. It's so solitary otherwise. You make me glad I do write poetry, Thanks again, for taking the time to share your comment, huni.

( Posted by: Huni [Member] On: August 10, 2004 )

Huni...
"No more collecting pointless heartless whimsies
time for building up sweet, living memories.
You see, while we two waited there together
I knew I couldn't have life any better."

Now this made me stop and think!! Huni, you have such a way of expression.

Alex :-)

( Posted by: londongrey [Member] On: August 11, 2004 )

Alex thanks
When my work makes some one think - well that's the icing on the joy of writing, thank you very much for stopping by Alex. huni.

( Posted by: Huni [Member] On: August 11, 2004 )





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