The writings of Oddpoet

She stands alone
For­lorn and aban­doned
A dust gath­er­ing trin­ket
Peep­ing between Timmy’s Cum Lade Grad­u­a­tion Tas­sels
And a faded yel­low pic­ture of Grandma
Back when she had teeth
They talk from time to time
Some­thing about failed mem­ory
And aban­doned dreams



Mostly she walks alone
Trav­el­ing along dusty Mahogany shelves
Over torn doilies
Past the cir­cus ele­phant with the bro­ken trunk
With the mute girl fused to the tableau
Lone­li­ness opens her mouth and spoke
The ele­phant never answered
All he did was cry
Over what
No one could say



She decide to visit her friend
The beer stein from Heisen­berg
He stood all proud despite the bro­ken han­dle
And the chipped and faded col­ors
Of his once regal cloak



Oh the sto­ries he could tell
Of par­ties and cel­e­bra­tions
Of weekly dust­ings and lemon scented wood pol­ishes
Of pride, promi­nence and won­der
She left him to his mem­o­ries



Dap­pled sun­light danced along the worn sur­faces
Orches­trat­ing the play of shad­ows
Upon that stage the heartrend­ing scene played
The pageant of the lonely and the aban­doned



Just the other day
Dar­nell the Dol­phin from Sea World fell
And lay bro­ken on the floor for days
His cries of pain ignored
Finally swept up with a mum­bled curse
And deposited into the yel­low plas­tic grave­yard
The place too many of her bro­ken friends have gone



She retook her place on the shelf
And her coun­te­nance froze one again into form
And dreamed of a bet­ter tomor­row…



She dreamed…

Tags: Dreams, Poetry, Shelves

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