Today’s prompt is to write a poem based on collected things which reminded me of a picture I took a few weeks ago in the middle of packing up my house ahead of a move abroad which is now on hold thanks to the CV-19 induced shutdown.

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I am finding
lost joy in found things,
each object saved
from the detritus
of a past life,
a reminder to remember,
to imagine again
past seasons of loving
and of losing. Of losing
oneself in the delight
of being, and feeling.
Each page revisited
is a present from the past
to the present, a tribute
to the loves that
once lived here.