Taking Out The Trash

A poem about starting over

 

Taking Out The Trash

 

Dried roses rest against the dusty mirror of my vanity,

Red roses sent from you years ago.

I keep thinking of them more and more everyday.

Like water constantly dripping from a faucet.

 

What purpose are they truly serving me?

Like you, they are just a waste of space.

Like memories of you, they keep me

from truly seeing all of myself.

 

I must go home and throw them away, first thing,

Just as you threw me away long ago.

 

Directly in the garbage they must go,

beside this morning's burnt toast,

along with anything else that reminds me of you.

 

 

Author's Note

Less is more sometimes.

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

We tend to let the emotional feelings build up and soon our hearts want to explode from getting to full... a good spring cleaning is need now and then so the sun can shine inside the heart.

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

Thanks for sharing this wonderful write.

[Liza]

this was awesome - wow
i want to go take out my trash - right now!
no recycle bits offered from trash
love it! turn it to ash!!!!!

[Kat Plunkett]

:'[

[Miss Coral]

Enjoyed the imagery.. I think that perhaps a show of more thought on it would be helpful, perhaps a reluctance that ends in a definite decision would make this a bit more satisfying. Great piece altogether. c:

[Crowley]

Sometimes ya just gotta clean house, get a little Feng Shui. Nice job, I enjoyed it.

[Steve]

Well this is a brash one! But this is so true isnt it? I mean, why on earth do we as people like to save things that only cause us pain and slow down our growth?? I dont get it.....I say, THROW IT AWAY if you don't need it! lol