a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing

Monday, August 4, 2014

The Keeper

I am the keeper of important things
Items that make me smile
Or remember happy
A blue marble
A hawk's feather
The shell of a snail
A blacksmith's nail
Rusted horseshoes
And rocks

I am the keeper
Of things
No one would treasure
Unless they shared
A memory or a time
Where I've been
Keeping shelters the moments
That with a touch
Can be real again.
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24 comments:

Optimistic Existentialist said...

This is absolutely beautiful Gail. Reading this was a great start to my Monday morning :)

Liza said...

"Keeping shelters the moments
that with a touch can be real again." That's a incredible line!

Saucy Kodz said...

You said it so beautifully and how many of us have done just that - picked something up, held it and remembered; feeling that moment come alive again. "Keeping shelters the moments that with a touch can be real again". Wonderful words Gail. I love what you have been inspired to put to pen this morning. Have a wonderful day and hugz to Marcy n family lol

Lynne said...

Lovely . . .

Sandra said...

careful, your way with words is showing... beautiful poem that is YOU all the way... I can tell by the comments that there are many who feel the same way you do...

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

That had a really great flow to it, almost like a song.

Linda Kay said...

My husband is the keeper of stuff. Love the blue marble...my favorite color.

Linda Wildenstein said...

you oh so nailed this one. It is beautiful.

TexWisGirl said...

really nice.

georgeplaceblog said...

Beautiful and strikes a nerve with me.

Vandana Sharma said...

sweet beautiful simple things make life beautiful

Gillena Cox said...

luv your whimsy and rhyme; its good to collect, tangible keepsakes and memories

have a nice Monday

much love..

Jim said...

Like this, Gail. If it is you then we share this attribute. I even have a blog called "me, old blogs never read, and . . . " [ http://jimmiehov2.blogspot.com/]*.
I don't post much in it, my last time was in 2013. Mostly my only reader is my daughter.
* The header says: "I'm a saver, meaning I don't throw things away. I just put stuff in boxes or sacks until I might want it again. That's what this site is all about..."
..

bridge2vision said...

Your words today have me reflecting how there is a sacredness to infusing heart-felt meaning to an object. It is a way of revering the soul - of nature, event, or thought. Those who practice this form of art are expanding their own awareness - and when it is shared (as it was here) that expansion extends to me.

Thank you for that.

Magaly Guerrero said...

*glances at one of her rusty nails and nods with smile*

Love this, Gail.

Gail Dixon said...

Some beautiful words and bits of wisdom. Lovely post!!

Michaele said...

I really liked this!

Michaele said...

And and I like your new header.

Mama Zen said...

This is really beautiful, Gail.

Stacy Lynn said...

really love this sweet poem.

i am the same, keeping little trinkets that no one gets the meaning to except me. i think it makes us more human.

stacy lynn mar
http://warningthestars.blogspot.com/

grapeling said...

those are the important things ~

Margaret said...

Yes, those are the things that touch your heart. Lovely.

Marian said...

reading this, i am thinking of the hundreds of times while walking, or just away from the house, that my kids have asked me to hold something they found in my purse. i'm the keeper. it is a sacred obligation and i am pleased to serve. love your reflection.

Susan Anderson said...

I like this one because it shows so clearly who you are.

=)

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