Picking Up Objects
by
Richard Reed Jr
copyright 05-12-2006
Age Rating: 10 to 127
He wandered through the house picking up objects
Some he selected, others were discarded
The chosen ones he laid on the floor with care
Arranging and re-arranging with clear intent
At least to him, as he thoughtfully scratched his head
When his pattern was formed an aura filled the room
A picture cried a baby's cry
Little shoes went walking 'round the room
A tree grew out of the floor
With presents strewn around it
An empty pink dress danced with an empty tuxedo
Then both turned into a crystal ball
Spinning and spinning away from him
He had no bouquet of flowers or rice
But magically conjured them up from thin air
The flowers and rice were thrown
As two people ran out of the room
And down the steps to the car
A sculpture he had fashioned himself
Quietly sat on his book case
Smiling and waving, her long hair blowing his way
Crumbling to sand before his eyes
In sync with the tics of the clock on the mantle
As the sands slowly trickled down to the floor
And the clock chimed out the hours
He thought once more on the objects assembled
Picked up his pen and paper
To begin his poem which still lies unfinished
Day after day he haunts his house
Recreating his life
Picking up objects
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I think this is uniquely conjured up, with wonderful imagery of wizardry and creation! Like Gina asked, is there more to this tale? I venture to say, no! I like the way you describe the scene, selecting your imagery very carefully and not saturating the reader with meaningless words and phrases. I totally enjoyed this visual smorgasbord and commend you for your use of words, imagery and for a lively and awesome TALE! This is a tale, not a poem! :)
In the beginning the word was with God, and the word was God, When God created the heavens and the earth he started from the end. He saw what he wanted and he worked backwords in his head, he saw how it all played out, and that's where he began, It is written it is done. Finish your poem Richard, and it will have begun. I see you have now, or is there more to this tale, what secret are you hiding, it's time to unveil. Great write, good job, thanks,