Found a key
stashed away
forgotten
origin unknown
purpose equally
mysterious
an inkling
seeping regret –
too late
realization
dawns –
I’m the keeper
and the treasure –
hold the power,
except
No one told me.
Gave it all away
Found a key
stashed away
lock long broken.
(This poem was inspired by the image Hélène supplied for her What Do You See? challenge. The poem was having difficulty forming itself, but when I saw Reena’s image for her Exploration Challenge, the pieces fell together. Thank you both for prodding my muse.)
Wonderful! Somehow, I can relate to this poem at this moment, owing to some other conversation I just had. Thanks a lot!
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Thank you!
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The Key …………… by VJ Knutson
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I can feel the pain of that regret, the not knowing and feeling it’s too late. Beautifully written.x
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Thank you.
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The regret of not knowing at the time, the feeling of loss, beautifully written and it fits both prompts perfectly.
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it’s something I wish my mother had told me when I was young – that I hold the key – and it’s my choice who I let in and who I share with. But she didn’t know either, sadly.
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It is difficult when we have to find out on our own through experience. Perhaps it is the best way though.
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If it is even teachable, I suppose.
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love this. I get a feeling of nostalgic sadness of losing something that one didn’t realize one had
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That’s what I was going for …isn’t that life? Thank you.
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It’s a marvelous poem, V.J.
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Thank you!
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Most welcome always!
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Love it and the story behind the inspiration!
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Thank you so much!
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Those keys always leave a part of us behind. (K)
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Thanks K!
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