I’ve been pondering writing this for about a week, and finally got a chance to sit down and organs to the skeleton that was this poem. I got inspired by a story on NPR about April being National Poetry Month. I have to admit, I had no idea it was National Poetry Month and was instantly ashamed.
The poem that inspired me was *I think* called “Things in my Journal” and it made me think about the places where we just tend to dump things we don’t know what to do with and then forget about them. For me, this place in the top drawer at my desk at the office. Anyway, the poem is called Things in my Stuff Drawer, and if anyone is familiar with the “Things in my Journal” poem or who wrote it, please let me know, because the interwebs are failing me.
And as always, let me know what you think!
How melancholy. Beautiful.