I absolutely love this! Personally I find the creativeness sublime. What talent to take a little can that has sat in so many lives and give it voice. The can that has held the quill of the poet who with never a thought to this faitful conveyance spills the blood of their heart across paper then callously drops the spent scribe int it.
sentimental journey through that old tin can ..or ones "junk drawer" ... i like the experimental form .. not sure what to call it .. i guess i call it a satisfying read ..pleasant and original .. nice pic too
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7 Years Ago
Going on 3 years of writers block. I fear it will never return to me. I'm flattered you paid me a vi.. read moreGoing on 3 years of writers block. I fear it will never return to me. I'm flattered you paid me a visit.
7 Years Ago
well ..like i said your name is very catchy ..and i will enjoy getting to read more of your "stuff" .. read morewell ..like i said your name is very catchy ..and i will enjoy getting to read more of your "stuff" ... that's a very long time for blocks ... have you done things like lay on the floor and let your body relax into it ..then watch your spontaneous thoughts go by? or sitting in your magic place and just write a flow of words and short phrases ... or take a poetry class (many are offered free of charge from very fine Universities ... i believe in your spark Ms. Matches :)))
7 Years Ago
With kids and managing a medical practice...I have no time to think magic thoughts. lol
7 Years Ago
oh nooooo i think you need to listen to your kids worlds ;) must always have a magic place .. so... .. read moreoh nooooo i think you need to listen to your kids worlds ;) must always have a magic place .. so... are you a Doctor, if i may ask? .. i am a retired RN ...worked in the PICU and Peds CVICU ... love my retirement ... i will tell you... as a single dad with four young children to raise ...i found several magic places ... one was very early in the mornings 2 am ..just to have quiet coffee with myself...the other was late night steaming bath with a hot toddy at bathside ... do find some for yourself my friend .. its the healthy thing to do right? :)))
7 Years Ago
I manage the money. There's no creativity in that...and I think it killed m imagination. I live crea.. read moreI manage the money. There's no creativity in that...and I think it killed m imagination. I live creatively/vicariously through my children. I just prefer the adult version of creativity at times...and I have no time and no outlet for it anymore. Which used to by the café. So alas...I must put a rain check on my darker thoughts. ;) My writing prefers the dark matter in life. Not sure why... I'm also a Christian. Seems moronic does it not?
no...not really ...you have lots of "stuff" for me to discover and will try and stay tuned ... Poe w.. read moreno...not really ...you have lots of "stuff" for me to discover and will try and stay tuned ... Poe was from the dark side too right?! :))) Merry Christmas by the way.
It was a wonderful. Short and sweet. In order to give the life of this tin can while, also reflecting that of the owner. I was unique poem with a great rhythmic glow. Well done.
I think we all feel like an old tin can at times, kicked down the road, collecting dust and rust along the way, filled with a little of this and a little of that until we no longer recognize ourselves without all of that stuff. It presses into our bones, blending the shadows into our skin.
True story, when I first read this, only the first three lines were visible until I thought to scroll, and it felt almost like a complete little poem as is. "I'm just a tin can. / I'm telling you... / It was not part of my plan," end of story. I actually liked that a lot, because it really made me wonder.
As I go through it, I imagine the symbolism and significance of each item placed into the can. The "now I hold a mint flower; / once placed in your hair," has a nice morbidity to it. A little like Hemingway's "for sale. baby shoes. never worn."
Are you familiar with Wallace Stevens' "The Emperor of Ice Cream?" It's an excellent poem about death, and it includes a fair amount of listed nouns, each adding their own taste to the atmosphere of what I can only call mourning the cheapness of dying, in comparison with things that naturally come and go.
This is another one that I think is a nice highlight on your page, because it's evocative. Best wishes.
Sorry it took so long.
Being eclectic is so much like being a tin can!
The sentiment of the mint flower emphasizes that proper point of value.
This write has a pretty down home look and feel. Thanks.