October daily special, in case you couldn’t get enough of all the creative content craziness from Jennifer Weigel we’re posting one a day for the whole of the month!
Today I found what was once a penny.
A patina encrusted Abraham Lincoln
faded to an almost uncertain oblivion,
naught but a nearly nameless profile
on a worn, discarded metal shard.
The patina of time roughens life around the edges.
Like pennies, memories are lost to circumstance
and photographs of unremembered relatives
wait in cluttered closet shoeboxes,
their edges curling in the dank, stale air.
If immortality lies in a false continuation,
a permanent relic of a life now forgotten,
then perhaps we are too much akin to pennies.
Seeking a fountain of youthful eternity
while our true fortune resides in our mortality.
Another older poem, once part of a very subtly animated film.
(Image features photograph Rusty of a sculpture at the Great Bend zoo, sculptor unknown.)
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