treasure & trash

I'm afraid that I will always

look for treasure between the pages

of antiquated novels

when the pages themselves should be

what i am searching for. 

and in a world that we swallow

and regurgitate

in a voice that may not be so flattering, 

there might not be any treasures

left. 

i know this isn't my final back ache.

my shelves creak from the gold lying

against my spine, 

but if it's behind me, how can my mahogany

ever see the brilliance?

i am powerless to my own shine

and all of my clothes feel 

like someone elses

hand-me-downs. 

who is to say that you

did not place the treasures in limbo

between the pages after you sang me

to sleep, 

and who is to know 

that our world isn't merely 

another dimension's hell.

you and i are a past life's treasure

tucked between someone else's pages. 

Reviews

[Astro]

Great description of that out-of-step or out-of-time feel that many people share, as if their birth was 100yrs too late or, that they belong in a different dimension. I really love the ending well done. That thought is a treasure all its own.

[timothygalexander]

"i know this isn't my final back ache.

my shelves creak from the gold lying

against my spine,"

I really like this.

[kublakhan27]

This one really captured my imagination...if it's about what I think it's about, there's a personified metaphor here that you've executed brilliantly...whatever the case, I love any piece of writing that references old books and libraries, and this piece has a mournful tone about it in light of the dwindling of the printed word in today's culture of texting and e-books and so-on...I love all of your work, but when you bring out a theme that resonates with me such as this one, I'm smitten...lovely work my friend :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

one person's trash is another person's treasure....

it is like savoring a relationship or a book or just a poem....feeling the worth of it...but then doubting self-worth...

and feeling that others might just like upon us and our writing as something for the trash because it has outlived its due date.

don't know how i missed this...this is really an interesting piece that sent my mind in different directions..and i liked everywhere i went..

[Anand Sehgal]

and in a world that we swallow
and regurgitate
in a voice that may not be so flattering,
there might not be any treasures
left.

the eternal insecurity . Lovely piece :)

[Frieda P]

I get the feeling here that the skin doesn't fit just right, always searching, wandering, waiting for something to click...I've said that hell too, so this one resonated within me....love that last stanza, it's money Dana!

you and i are a past life's treasure
tucked between someone else's pages.

Brava, love this one....