Friday, December 10, 2010

A little poem about keys

Familiar

Easy to grow attached to the feel
of their curves and notches,

every day their same weight
in our fingers. How long

can we last without changing
the locks? Shall we wear

ourselves smooth as house keys
held for years in front pockets?

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3 comments:

Laura-Marie said...

Why does this poem make me feel like I'm going to cry? It must be about something more than keys, or maybe keys mean more than I thought. Anyway, great use of questions.

Jonathan said...

I really like that. It has the sort of feel of a Philip Larkin poem - starts out in the very mundane and everyday, but moves into the far-reaching with a nuance and ease. :)

Amanda said...

Many thanks!