Dig (Tiny Horror 5 of 5) She called his mobile and listened for his ringtone. “I knew I should have drawn a map to where I buried him,” she grumbled.
I am following the poetry of John White, and have so today read his poem about possessions and then I found myself writing the following:
Surround yourself with beauty
Look at what you own
Is it beautiful or loved?
Does it give you pleasure?
Does it embody a memory?
Possessions need to work for you
Need to lift you
Need to remind you who you are
Designer labels? Latest high tech? Do you need to follow the herd?
I sit in a room with books I love and want
With photos of those I love
With objects and art that say something to me
All bought on a shoestring
Possessions do not define me, they cannot say who I am
My poetry attempts that
But my possessions comfort me, they are my attempt to surround myself in beauty.
Copyright © 2015 Kim Whysall-Hammond