It’s Poetics Tuesday over at the dVerse Poets Pub! Today our writing prompt is to:
“Choose an object from your home or outdoors. Look past the obvious characteristics and uses of this object. Spare us the details. Instead, take us to the connection that it has made with you or what it represents.
What does this object mean? Is their a sentimental attachment? What memories does it hold? (they might not be good ones). How has it’s existence effected you or your life? Does it signify a certain era, event, relationship or transition? What emotion(s) does the object evoke? Is it a symbol of joy, failure, fear, success, childhood, grief, love….? Is there a story? What is this object (to you!) beyond what we see visually.
You may want to add a photo of the object with your poem. Remember to begin with “This is not a ______”
This is not a stuffed animal.
A gift from my brothers—
Yum-Yum is her name.
Still smiling after 58 years
of cuddles and tears,
laughter and joy
the best and the worst.
She knew me when…
the world was my oyster
but I couldn’t get it open.
And when I learned
the hard way that some
oysters are better left closed.
My link to cherished yet fading memories—
to beloved friends, family, and pets
who are no longer here.
She gets that part of me
(the one behind the facade)
that no one’s allowed to see and
even I don’t always understand.
Yum-Yum is adorable and obviously very special ~~ your poem is quite delightful.
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Thank you, Helen! I appreciate your stopping by. Thanks for reading & commenting. Yes, Yum-Yum is pretty special. So glad you enjoyed my poem!
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That little critter is so ugly it’s cute. I’m glad she’s still with you, through all of it and beyond.
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LOL! When Yum-Yum’s fins were still in tact and she had all of her green and black fur she was quite fetching. I have another stuffed animal named Bunny-Boo that my dad gave me. That poor thing is in really rough shape. My mom had sewn him back together numerous times. You can tell I loved my stuffed animals!
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So endearing! Looks like Yum-Yum has a few patches on her as well. They carry on like the Skin Horse and The Velveteen Rabbit from one of my favorite children’s stories.
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I am impressed you have kept something that long.
I enjoyed your poem, especially this stanza.
She knew me when…
the world was my oyster
but I couldn’t get it open.
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Thanks, Ali. I am a pit bull when it comes to keeping things. A sentimental pit bull. Lol!
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Yum-Yum looks exactly like you described, very touching poem!
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Thank you M Jay!
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“the world was my oyster | but I couldn’t get it open”
Who has /not/ been there!
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How nice to have had this confidante and memory keeper for so long. Lovely poem
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Yes, Ol’ Yum Yum is a blessing for sure. So glad you enjoyed my poem, Debi!
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To me the most touching part of this poem is the connection made between you and your treasured Yum Yum, someone(thing) that understands you the most, sees more than you even see about yourself. That is profound and comforting at the same time.
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Thank ylu, Mish. Much appreciated!
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We all need someone to confide in… especially when we have opened oysters that should remain closed.
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Lord knows I’ve done more than my share of opening the wrong oyster. Yikes!
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Don’t know how I missed this one. Very cool. Like my sister’s Troll Doll collection. Hundreds of them, still residing in their display case(s) & every one of them has a name… Hmmm. For me, it’s antique snuff boxes, and, and, and…
Salute!
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Glad you enjoyed, Ron. I once had a troll collection. Then one day I was suddenly afraid of them & my mom had to get rid of them. LOL!
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