Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2011/11/memory-bowl.html, challenges us to place a few items in a memory bowl, make a poem out of it and perhaps include a photograph of the bowl. I don’t have much of an artist’s eye for composition, and I’m positive the camera’s batteries are dead; however, ‘memory bowl’ reminds me of an old poem—the first list poem I ever wrote. I looked it up and did a major rewrite; the original was in rhyming verse. I hope this version will fulfill the spirit of the Real Toads challenge.
By Mike Patrick
Your business card, a locket,
half a broken heart,
a note, all your letters
and your secret diary’s key:
add them all together,
they’re a fraction of the things
one can find within my drawer of memories.
The Deadwood wanted poster
showing you with that enormous gun.
And here’s that tangled ball of beads
from Mardi Gras,
your gift from laughing kids.
you cried in on the day we wed.
Your Bible, still pressing blossoms
you picked from dogwood trees.
They are all here together
in my drawer of memories.
I only kept the good things
‘cause now you’re not with me.
They’ll always be safe—with you,
in the drawer of my mind’s memory.