They meant so much to youthe trophies.
The exhibits
of bravado
and merit.
You
believed
them
to show
your worth.
You used them
as a mirror
to see
yourself
reflected.
You kept them
in an ornate
glass cabinet
where they
could be
seen
but
never
touched.
Rather
like
your
feelings.
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25 comments:
wow this was powerful. loved how you wrote it.
This is so deep. And true for someone I know..
shifting with the winds
Such a sad poem. I'd hate to think it took trophies to feel worthwhile and never sharing the joy of emotions. Well done.
I enjoyed this post - trophies do help remind us of our past glories!
Excellent poem and so true of many men.
Fantastic writing. So sad when things measure up more than people!
thoughtful post- I like how you shaped the poem too.
The shallowness of achvement reflected...
Nice work. Thank you
Beautiful poem..I liked the last lines..
Wow, that is really sad and true to life!
A scenario that happens all too often...
So true, so sad ... I have lived this.
Oops, killer last line.
Excellent vignette.
Imaginative, powerful writing.
cute shape,
powerful tale with so few words.
wow.
My Magpie
has some awards/treats in it, have fun and enjoy the blog love.
Strange how that sometimes happens. :) Powerful piece and surely one which resonates with me.
How clever - a trophy-shaped poem..and brilliant to boot! Thank you for your kind comment..Jae
Rather sad, but cleverly done.
Wonderful, powerfully stated. That last line has a bit of a bite to it. Nicely written.
I love this. The fainter the conviction within, the greater the need for the baubles and medals without.
oh wow, this is great! - I loved the surprise twist in the final stanza...
Wow....Susannah this is amazing....i have known many a person similar to that....love how you captured that distance of the heart in your poem....truly brilliant!
I liked the analogy of feelings, "seen but never touched." Powerful thoughts
Rather sad. Touching. Good
Wonderful! Love the lead-up, and then the last stanza just nails it.
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