Saturday, June 12, 2010

mis-shapen memories

I put little knick knacks on the slots
rearranging this way and that way
that mis-shapen shell stares at me
an ugly little thing
left in a oubliette
I can't throw it away
a gift from a stranger
on a sunny day at beach

I put it back in the niche-
smile at it; remembering
something long forgotten

24 comments:

Amy Barlow Liberatore said...

Reminds me a bit of Viccus' homemade gifts in District 9! I agree, they are the best. Intimate, even when not the most beautiful or seemly, they carry the love of the giver. Lovely poem.

Sioux said...

How lovely!

Ramesh Sood said...

Yes, this tells me for sure that Poetry for you is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and you have to write it down.

This is absolutely brilliant, Gautami..lucky to have read it..It would perhpas be the most special and unique take on the prompt..

Anonymous said...

Lovely poem! It is the thought that counts sometimes especially from a stranger.
Pamela

Whitesnake said...

Beautifully put!

Stan Ski said...

Memories are often stored in the most unlikely places.

Mary said...

I definitely understand it is hard to throw away a gift, even if it is a small thing that has little use. Someone thought to give it to you, thus it keeps its importance. And in your poem's case, it brought back memories which was the best gift of all.

http://inthecornerofmyeye.blogspot.com/2010/06/gift.html

anthonynorth said...

Excellent, as always.

Diane T said...

I am sure the giver would be very pleased that you still have this gift!



http://troublebeingstrong.blogspot.com/2010/06/let-me-speak.html

Anonymous said...

does is still echoe thememory of the moment, love this, always, have to sign in anonymous, blogger is not letting me be me,ha!

Lorraine

Jack said...

Gautami,

It is true that at times we can not throw away things which others may term as trash because those carry fond memories.

Take care

Julie Jordan Scott said...

Ahhh, Guatami. Another lovely, heart-felt poem for us to bask in. Thank you for stepping into your memory and allowing us to come alongside you.

Read my Gift poem here.

Elizabeth said...

Memory is such a slippery thing, here then gone. You remind us of our need to hang on to those things that prompt us to remember. Thank you,

Elizabeth

Sweetest in the Gale said...

Your words express perfectly how it's the thought behind the gift that means the most to us. Beautifully put!

Harshad mehta said...

Beautiful!

Not sad yet touched!

Amity said...

I also have that feeling Gautami, that it was hard to throw back even just a simple wrapper of a gift from a very special person...:)

Very nice take!!! Loved it!

Linda Goin said...

Little untoward things sometimes carry more love than large, beautiful nothings. Thank you, Gautami.

Dances With Loons said...

Sometimes the asymmetry creates its own beauty, true? Enjoyed this relaxing take on the prompt! Thanks.

Tumblewords: said...

I have the same issue with throwing away the smallest gift even though some of mine come without a recallable memory. :)

vivienne blake said...

This is a little gem of a poem. Thankyou for the thought behind it.

thelaughinghousewife said...

Nicely done :)
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Loch Rob said...

It is amazing how a small rememberence can bring back and refresh memories. I sometimes pick up a small rock or pebble from a place I travel in the world, saving them in a jar. Nicely done.

Jim said...

Hi Tami ~~ Your gift received on the beach reminds me of a carved bird we got from a man on the beach at Saint Lucia, an island country in the eastern Caribbean Sea.
It turned out the gift was 'for sale' and the fellow wanted a dollar which we gave him.
Like your poet, I haven't thrown it away either. Is it a bad luck thing to throw away a gift?
..

Jane Doe said...

A lovely poem. Sometimes it's nice to remember things long forgotten.