what is this place–
some kind of dorm
prep school, college?
filled with debris of an old life
this place is unfamiliar in ways that
reveal the lie
of the illusion of memory
here, a set of tibetan prayer flags
piles of books without titles
and so many toys
all things i have never
specifically handled
touched or
loved
the room buzzes with people
a handful of them long dead
every one interested
in helping me clean
scavenging things they want
from my old life
in a rush to get this room ready
for the next inhabitant
dragging objects packed or not
down concrete stairs
to where a moving truck
already stuffed full
awaits
shoppers draw near the scene
–a cosmic garage sale–
offering money
or just taking what they want
impossibly in the room
and on the ground
at the same time
the more i pack the more i discover
items still unclaimed
a box full of glass eyes
coins from foreign lands
an old handheld game
i should feel some kind
of attachment
yet only the dead give me pause
an overwhelming sense
of futility mixed with exhaustion
washes over me
i peel back carpet
and find a rotted wood floor
i have never seen
Words and Feathers 
An excellent walk through mind/reality fog.
Thank you very much. It’s based on a dream I recently had. Very odd dream.
So evocative of decay and neglect with the vultures gathering
Ooh, nicely stated!
Thanks very much, Rose
That is an odd dream, but an interesting poem. 🙂
Thanks!
Hmm, it makes one think of all those things that we used to perceive as valuable; treasures really. Time has a way of rummaging around on our insides, so that our heart once pining for one thing or another is now bereft. Material stuff no longer takes precedence. That’s when we realize, we’ve finally grown up.
Thanks for the journey down memory lane. Your words have a way of snaking underneath my skin.
Are you now officially empty nesters?
Thank you for the kind words. This poem was based on a very surreal dream I had that left me feeling unsettled but unable to remember it until later in the day. I really have no idea what was going on, except that I had lived there and I was supposed to move on. Lessons, eh?
Nope, not empty yet. My son is still at home while he finishes up his credential. 🙂