The posters are starting to peel at the corners,
but I’m not ready to take them down yet.
The moonlight hits the group photo on the wall
and for a second, the room doesn't feel so quiet.
It’s just paper and ink, I know,
but it’s the only thing that stays the same
when everything else is changing.
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Author:
Lilmoonxx (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: For everyone who knows that feeling of having those posters on your wall, even when everything else is changing.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
In a modern world where change is accelerated and it seems nothing stays the same we grasp at some object of constancy and in this poem it is the posters. How do we divest ourselves of all that is familiar? A lovely write that I could feel. Such a lovely concrete metaphor a fave
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