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Nothing of Value in this Car
"Nothing At All of Value in this Car"
The sign proudly proclaimed in inch-high type
As I passed down a street in The City.
But what of the dreams you packed in your bags?
And of the hopes you folded so neatly
In the trunk in ordered Midwestern squares.
Yes, what of the dreams you packed in your bags?
[Poem No. 2 in James Gormley's unpublished poetry collective, The City]
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Dear Hector,
Thanks so much....I think it may be some time before the collective is published, but I really appreciate the support....( :
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Comment by: zepol - 2007-06-12 11:25
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| This is an impacting poem for so many of us. Let me know when your collection is published. I will buy a copy. James this is a great poem. |
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Dear Haymish,
Many thanks----funny, and sad, as to what happens with our hopes and dreams, as silly and fantastical as they might be....they are ours, sometimes all we have, sometimes.......
James |
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| Much to mull over through this short piece. I have likened this poet to adult reason that as we get older our mind develops constraints to reduce our hopes as simple pipe dreams. Sometimes I look after my friends daughter and she is full of fantastic ideas. I see such creativity and playfulness in this 5 year old and it is hard to reconcile that she may grow up in an adult's reality which is beset with struggling to keep a family content and not retaining a child's innocence and belief in doing the impossible, hence packing some of her childhood hopes in the boot of the car. |
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Dear Carrie,
Thanks again...( :
James |
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