Wednesday, October 03, 2007

Possession

My fathers’ house
Has many rooms

Most are filled with clutter
After all, when immortal,
Things accumulate…

4 comments:

etain_lavena said...

when memories losse themselves in walls.
The soft wisper of possesions is all we hav of the dead.
A reminder that we need to live and be loved.
For time is only a fraction of nothing...
HUGZ:)

Jay said...

Yes they do.

This was beautiful.

ish said...

You made me think of the old characters in Lilliput who drag great sacks of their possessions behind them and when they meet along the way they stop and extract things from the sacks to show one another. Thus is their conversation.

aria said...

This is so good ..