Menagerie by Scott St. George
Shadowboxes,
hung along corridors
of the soul, display
treasures collected
over a lifetime.
Each one unique,
fragile, and bittersweet:
a menagerie of memory.
Categorized,
assembled and
arranged
by degrees of pain,
joy, and release.
Some shining,
some new,
others faded, dust-covered
and old—all true.
Stopping occasionally to
lift one from its pedestal— inspect,
clean, care for,
and return it to
the altar of thought.
A collage of faces,
fill the empty spaces,
around each piece:
pictures of people,
pictures of pets,
stunning snow-covered scenes...
beautiful sunsets.
A pastiche museum
kept locked
in the closet
of my heart.
By: Scott St George Shadowboxes,
hung along corridors
of the soul, display
treasures collected
over a lifetime.
Each one unique,
fragile, and bittersweet:
a menagerie of memory.
Categorized,
assembled and
arranged
by degrees of pain,
joy, and release.
Some shining,
some new,
others faded, dust-covered
and old—all true.
Stopping occasionally to
lift one from its pedestal— inspect,
clean, care for,
and return it to
the altar of thought.
A collage of faces,
fill the empty spaces,
around each piece:
pictures of people,
pictures of pets,
stunning snow-covered scenes...
beautiful sunsets.
A pastiche museum
kept locked
in the closet
of my heart.
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| Art By James Corbett |
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