Insignificant enough
to go missing –
a single box,
stored away,
one, maybe two,
moves ago –
the absence
of its contents
now called into question.
Seems that redundancy
is not permanent –
what was once inconsequential
now has purpose –
gives me renewed hope.
(Today’s quadrille prompt is box. Visit dVerse to participate. Our host this evening is De Jackson.)
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"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference." The Road Not Taken, by Robert Frost
“one, maybe two,
moves ago”
This is the crux of it, for reader-Me. A life in transition, perhaps finally settling in, and seeking what’s been missing. Isn’t it funny how we can own “stuff,” and forget about it for so long?
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Definitely a life of transition – internally as well as externally. Thanks.
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All these moving around can bring about these nagging questions of where they are. And time gives us new “eyes” of what is really important now versus the past. I hope you find it.
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Thanks Grace. No idea where it might be, sadly.
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I have those too. Lots of them. You’re right, if they’re not missed, do they really matter?
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It’s an age old argument, I think.
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For those of us with too many possessions probably 🙂
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Nice lines: “what was once inconsequential
now has purpose “
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Thanks Frank. Reassuring for this old gal, lol.
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“…redundancy is not permanent”..that could be for people too! Great poem!
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Exactly what I was thinking. Thanks.
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I like that, V.J. – hope in a box!
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Thanks, Kim!
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Your piece made me wonder what other folks have said – if we haven’t found what’s lost, is it really needed? Thought-provoking!
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Thanks, Jo.
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Amazing how many things we collect only to forget they are there. I love digging through my box of treasures from childhood.
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Yes, childhood treasures are the best.
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Sometimes I wish I could store my memory into boxes….safe and sound.
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Wouldn’t that be good!
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Lots of fun here. All those secret/embarrassing docs – even those awful photos – when big hair and loud shirts were the go – that inevitably will be found again one day.
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…and used against us, lol. Thanks for your input, Peter.
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The transition each box carried is well described. I love the positive ending. 🙂
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I LOVE that this poem ends on a positive note ❤ I share that feeling too 😊
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Glad you can relate.
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Transitions…moving on or away from….compartmentalized….memories….so many boxes.
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Yes, exactly. Thanks Lillian.
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We moved a year ago, and I’m still questioning where things are.
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We finally found the box in question – mislabelled. Amazing how things sneak away.
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Redundancy is not permanent- super late line and insight.
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Thanks Lona.
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Meant to say “super great line”. A great line never arrives late, it arrives exactly when it wanted to – and yours did.
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Oh, I’m glad.
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