• Hugs and Infinities
Zale's house was filled with objects that he'd collected over time that represented different story-telling principles. A black toy gun from when he was eight was framed in a glass box to remind him of Chekhov's Gun concept. His (now dead) bird's cage.....
This poem is on a on a more chilled out note compared to a few other poems I've been writing lately. I got a prompt from TTT to write a poem on 'if memories wrote back'. This is it. It starts like this: "I've spent days wondering what I'd do if someday, my mailbox overflowed with letters from my yesterdays."....
The title is also the precaution I'd like you to take before reading the poem. While this post is fictitious, I don't know where the line stops. So help me out, okay? I wrote this because I know how tough it can be with triggers all around you. This post is not going to help heal you but maybe it'll let you know we all have triggers. If you don't know what triggers your friend's bad memory, ask and try to not hurt them. It'll mean so much to everyone.....
I've seen people search for love so much, I decided to write something on a part of it. This is my attempt. It's about where a certain someone looks for love and where they'll end up finding it. It goes a little something like this: "I've seen you look for love in everything that is over-sized".....
"When I was seven, my father and I went on a little trip to a city close by for five days. A mini-vacation to Bologna filled with questions and games. On the fourth day, when we were both tired of the games, I decided to ask him all kinds of questions. There were questions about Shakespeare and Frost, about Pizza and cheese, about answers I'd never gotten in my bedtime stories, and about mom.....