Collector of Past Things by Nattie O’Sheggzy

Image | Felix Mittermeier 

COLLECTOR OF PAST THINGS  

The lone tree in the wind whines

As the world slowly skins

The good, the gentle, and the brave

 

The lungs limp like limbs that fall

From forgotten cut. Beyond recall

Exhaust of memory now but a whisper 

 

Sits in the dark chambers of mind

A collector gathers a raft of antiques 

Past things precious and worn out

 

Faded photographs dog-eared with rage

Whispers of love in an embrace gone by

Tears that fell like rain on the duck's back

 

In these drawers of past scars

A treasure chest of forever things

A collection of memories so far flung 

 

The world may take but cannot bring 

These remnants of love, so real

A legacy of laughter a story to retell

 

In the tale a voice is heard

A whispered truth a lesson learned

A collector of past things, so dear

 

The lone tree whistles a sentinel true

Guide to the memories old and misty 

A keeper of the heart's cruellest strain 

 

And though the world may skin and scar

The collector holds its own dagger 

The staple of what's been a shining past

 

In the darkness a hand passes on  the torch

A luminesce for all faces to frown

A collector of past things a mirror that knows

© Nattie O’Sheggzy

Nattie O'Sheggzy is a poet and writer known for his imaginative work. He has published two poetry books, Random Imaginations, and Sounds of the Wooden Gong, available on Amazon. He enjoys reading, trekking, and walking his dog, Xhale. His writing explores life, nature, and human experiences. Nattie's unique voice and style blend modern and contemporary traditions with amazing imagery, symbolism, and experimentation. He is working on his third poetry collection to inspire readers through his passion for storytelling and the written word.

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