Peter Ruggiero 12/24/1914 – 02/08/09
Rusty Nails
Rusty nails in a cardboard box.
What did you see worth keeping?
I’d like to know.
I remember your hands – they shook
when holding old things as if mesmerized,
and I wonder
what treasures your mind created
out of rusty nails and old strings?
What poetic notion
let you dream beyond the dust?
What golden vision took you there?
I need to know…
Rusty nails in a cardboard box
a poetic legacy, words to a song…
oh, had I asked you then… I so need to know.
Carmen Ruggero ©2009
Rusty Nails
Rusty nails in a cardboard box.
What did you see worth keeping?
I’d like to know.
I remember your hands – they shook
when holding old things as if mesmerized,
and I wonder
what treasures your mind created
out of rusty nails and old strings?
What poetic notion
let you dream beyond the dust?
What golden vision took you there?
I need to know…
Rusty nails in a cardboard box
a poetic legacy, words to a song…
oh, had I asked you then… I so need to know.
Carmen Ruggero ©2009
2 comments:
Hola, mi amigo!
Love the poems you have posted. Especially Evening Rhymes.
It is gorgeous!
Always, and Then,
Phyllis
xOxOxOxOx
Theank you, Pea! I'm so glad you came by.
Carmen
xoxoxoxo back your way
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