Christina, I'm coming to this after reading a few
others' comments. I agree about purging some of the
'the s'. I think possibly a final stanza could be
devised and could work but the one you have here seems
to me to lack the colour and vibrancy of the other
stanzas. I wonder if you could personalize the 'weigh
heavy' ('weigh me down' or something better). Perhaps
you could have a more sideways-on title. The images
relating to the shoes are just brilliant. Thanks for
this evocative poem. cheers, cara
--- Christina Fletcher <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
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> Letting Go
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> At last it's time to strip the paper -
> the pearlized stripes embossed with roses
> in butterfly bowls to match
> the tasselled lampshades.
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> No more maroon or gloomy parts
> the light can't reach. Out they go -
> reproductions, fake bamboo boxes.
> Kitsch and clutter weigh heavy.
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> Your resin fawn, the Meissen lady
> and cute little black boy will go
> to The Heart Foundation. Mother,
> your clothes are too large, your shoes
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> like great boats I've moored for years.
> Now I'll let them sail the coast
> or wade with beige ladies
> and matching handbags.
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> I didn't think the day would come
> to let go - to fill a home with space,
> to focus on precious things
> and see them clearly.
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