poetry critical

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Random Poem:

Cardboard tenant
Linnac

The dazzling, endless sky of stars
 1
does not make me feel insignificant,
 2
but a cardboard box does.
 3
When it comes down to it,
 4
my whole life fits in there
 5
with room to spare.
 6
 
 
So if you had to evacuate
 7
before some disaster
 8
rattling your plaster,
 9
say tornado or tsunami,
 10
what would you grab?
 11
 
 
My mother’s good necklace,
 12
slightly bent, barely worn,
 13
but good value if scrapped.
 14
My father’s old watch
 15
that sits comfortably on this wrist,
 16
ignoring some segments overlapped.
 17
 
 
All of my qualifications
 18
in a disturbingly thin packet,
 19
driver’s license proudly
 20
strutting over the top.
 21
Stop. My comb as a baby?
 22
I loved that. Fact,
 23
but I’ll sacrifice it.
 24
Or not.
 25
 
 
A library book,
 26
which they can’t
 27
possibly expect me to return
 28
and then I turned,
 29
and there it was.
 30
The birthday card
 31
from my first rushed crush;
 32
my former pretty beau
 33
to those in the know.
 34
In the bin;
 35
no time to sink in.
 36
 
 
So many things
 37
are trigger for memories.
 38
 
 
I watched my house
 39
whipped away,
 40
drowned in torrents.
 41
Losing everything
 42
but a cardboard box
 43
is like having amnesia.
 44
 
 
In the end,
 45
I filled it with tickets,
 46
train tickets, cinema tickets,
 47
fairground tickets – you pay
 48
for everything these days.
 49
I filled it with ripped old tickets
 50
because I want to remember
 51
and because
 52
the only thing of value I have
 53
are my friends
 54
and they’re safe somewhere else.
 55

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