Sunday, February 24, 2013

Broken Toys

They tell us we are old
Discarded dolls that no one loves
Lost in the peeling paint
Mothballs of our dreams
And hollow wood
Rotted through to see the ages.

The old toy elephant
 

16 comments:

  1. Sometimes I feel ignored like that Ben, but fortunately not often,,,at times it's hard to acknowledge that there is really a lot less miles a to travel forward than there are to look back on,,,
    A good write,,,

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    1. Thanks, Ellecee. I'm glad such feelings are few and far between.

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  2. Growing up, I tried to include my old toys with the new ones, if only to see who would win in a fight. Sheriff Bravestar vs. Carey Mahoney...

    P.S.

    Wonderful words again, sir.

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  3. I have seen this so many times when I visited my mother in the nursing home...Powerful words and photo to go with it!!

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    1. I think I got at that on a subconscious level.

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  4. reminds me of a recent episode of Enlightened where Mike White writes about feeling invisible and includes the good as well as the sad.

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  5. I often refer to my little band of friends as the Island of Misfit Toys. Even at an early age, not distinctly remembered, I associated, and felt kinship with that place. I collect the broken and discarded. Rust is the most beautiful color. I am drawn to old. And broken is just fine with me :)

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  6. Glad you could use my photo! :)

    http://www.flickr.com/photos/andrewb47/4582690638/

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    1. Thank you, Andrew. It was an amazing photo. Glad you took it :-)

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