The jar

The Jar

There is one piece left.

She fumbles through the jar

Handing over a beautiful little key

And now, it’s empty.

Raising the large glass to the sun

She can already see

A spider spinning webs

Inside the jar

This used to be full

Marbles

Keys

Semi-precious Stones

Flowers

Chocolate kisses

A quartz crystal

Silver necklaces

Many silver rings

Two peas in a pod

Peppermints

Tiny fairy wings

Little leather mask

Four diamond rings

Seven seashells

An empty marcasite case

Full of promises

Rhinestone Barrette

Purple velvet

Magnolia leaves

And a caterpillar

One by one

She noticed something was missing

Exactly who would take it?

She could never really tell

And she wasn’t one to accuse

Unless she knew for sure

And it was all hearsay

She trusted everyone

The jar was so full and so big

New things always seemed to be dropping in

Surprises? Gifts? Or filler to fool the eye

She could never really tell

For she didn’t touch the jar

She believed if she did

She might poison it

If it was too soon

It just had to be kept safe

Secure in her possession

She trusted that no one

Would break their word and go inside

Now, alone with an empty jar

She knows she was a fool

She takes one more look

And smashes it on the ground.

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vietnamvet68 5 years ago from New York State

This is beautiful my dear, the Caterpillar took them away. :) God Bless


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Erin LeFey 5 years ago from Maryland Author

hehehe, you're close. I don't think we'll see them again, but new things may return with the Caterpillar. And I think he did go away on his own! Love and Peace!


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CMCastro 5 years ago from Baltimore,MD USA

This is sweet!


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b. Malin 5 years ago

Erin Lefey, your poetry is getting better, and better. It is such a rich and rewarding read. Thanks for sharing this wonderful Poem.


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always exploring 5 years ago from Southern Illinois

This is intriguing.Her memories all gone, then smashes the jar on the ground. The one who put the memories there will be no more. Tell me how close i am. I loved this.

Cheers


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Erin LeFey 5 years ago from Maryland Author

Memories as well as dreams, always exploring. As with each one was attached a life. As each "thing" disappeared, was stolen, went away, faded, or was replaced, so her dreams altered until there was but one left. She herself was left alone with the one last dream, that she herself had put in the jar, no one had taken that one or stolen it yet, but she had to hand it over. Instead of trying to go and fill up this old jar, which had taken her whole life to build, she knew there had to be a change in her thinking - she must be doing everything wrong, being too vulnerable, too trusting, too open. She in her grief, broke the cycle, or literally, the jar.

That's just the story behind how I being the poet, wrote it. But if you read it the way you did, then you are also correct. It was written for the reader to interpret but it sounded like you were asking me for the background story :)

Love and peace.


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always exploring 5 years ago from Southern Illinois

Erin, I was asking and i know it's for each one to interpret, but i wanted to know the background too. I love your rendition. Thank you.

Cheers


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Erin LeFey 5 years ago from Maryland Author

Ruby, as always, you're welcome. Thanks for asking :) Namaste my friend.


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SilentReed 5 years ago from Philippines

Souvenirs picked up along the way

memories bringing up the past

nostalgia weeps yet life moves on


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Erin LeFey 5 years ago from Maryland Author

Christina, b.Malin, Silent Reed,

thank you so much for coming by

Christina, b., I was so caught up in what Rudy was asking yesterday, I got lost in answering before I acknowledged you and for that, I am sorry. I sincerely am - I read the comments yesterday and am usually on top of all the acknowledgements, but my head has been in another place. I am honored that you take the time to read and to comment. b, thank you so much for noticing that my style of poetry has changed - I've just started publishing more of what I used to just journal. I thought I would give it a try and see how everyone liked it. Thanks for the positive feedback.

Silent Reed, thank you and welcome to my hub! I haven't seen you here before, but I shall return the favor and pay a visit to your home as well. I never thought of my cherished pieces as souvenirs before - I guess the word has a negative connotation with me, but you are right. that's exactly what they are. If my memory wasn't so bad, I could give them up. :) I mean, she. lol

Namaste, my friends, and brightest of blessings


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richtwf 5 years ago

Each precious object has its own wonderful story to tell. I know that the little sentimental objects that I have collected during my life, and of little worth monetarily, are the most priceless things that I own. My friends of life which share and tell my story.

Thanks for this lovely poem and God bless.


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Erin LeFey 5 years ago from Maryland Author

Hi Ritchie, thanks for dropping by again. I think we've led similar lives with traveling for work, meeting lots of people, lots of hellos and goodbyes and therefore have lots of things with which we keep close to our hearts. It is those few very special things though that we seem lost without...and after a while, that little pile of "things" does tell our story - I like how you put that. I think I'm at the point where the pile is outgrowing my space, I've got to do some housecleaning. Love and peace.


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epigramman 5 years ago

......so rich and deeply rewarding is your writing which offers not all of the easy answers but allows the reader to engage in this poetic world with you - deep, soulful and evocative!


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Erin LeFey 5 years ago from Maryland Author

thank you Epi, I'm experimenting lately and with all of your feedback (the collective hubbies), I find I'm getting more courage. Thank you for your feedback, which tells me how you are perceiving my world - as spastic as my thoughts seem sometimes when I write them, it tells me they are able to enter the passage, peer down its long halls and see with their own eyes the events - and observe as I do. I don't want to give all the answers, and I love that I'm getting that across. Thanks so much again my dear friend.


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pennyofheaven 5 years ago from New Zealand

I have no words to describe what I want to say.....I loved it all the same thank you!


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Erin LeFey 5 years ago from Maryland Author

My sister, thanks for reading and I'm glad you enjoyed it! Love and Peace.


Doug Turner Jr. 5 years ago

This is great. I am certainly a fan. Very easy to read and keeps us guessing. Well done.


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Erin LeFey 5 years ago from Maryland Author

Thanks so much Doug, that means a lot to me. Love and Peace.

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