Challenge
Any Old Thing
Find one of your old scraps; one of the disheveled thoughts jotted down half-formed or too embarrassingly honest to share. You know the ones, the dismissed, discarded bits and bobs written in the margins or napkins. Rescue one and give it new life.
Mourning
Different kinds of music
All that he hears
One small toy
All that he holds
Tears that drop
Flowing out of his eyes
Weeping, and sad noises
Going out of his mouth
Knocks on the door
And then, two people came
His mother and father
Ready to hear his feelings
When the music turns off
He starts to talk
Hope that he will be fine
And may his happiness return.
(A translated version of a poem that was supposed to be used in a contest that I never knew if it happened)
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