Collection. A word that is both a noun and a verb. People collect so many things throughout their lives, from shrunken heads to toilet paper (and no, I'm not kidding,lol). A collection is taken at churches and concerts, sometimes at movies and ballgames, to help individuals and organizations.
Buttons and toys, dolls and dishes, cars and planes (some toys, some not) .Teddy bears remain a heavy favorite. I have a collection of Betty Boop items that people have gotten me. My Dad called me Betty Boops since I was about 3 years old. It's a great way for me to remember his love and support. He's been gone 20 years now, but he'll always have a place in my heart.
Some people collect hearts. Not the paper kind but the people kind. They think of hearts as notches on a belt, a proof that they are attractive and can enslave another. This is not how I feel.
A heart is to be cherished and nutured, lifted up, not down. For your consideration I present
The Heart Collector
I was heart-whole and fancy free.
Now there's a hole
Where my heart used to be.
I should have seen it coming,
Seemed too good to be true.
Someone that good looking
Who cared about me too.
Didn't mind spending money
To show me a good time.
Not a hint in his behavior
That he was the wandering kind.
But he only wanted pleasure,
A short-term affair.
His heart wasn't mine
And he left mine there.
Time to pick up the pieces
And put them back together.
Love is but a puzzle.
My missing piece is out there.
A collection of hearts,
That's all he wanted.
A flash in the night
When love's flame burns brightest
I feel sorry for him
When true love calls
He'll be so busy counting
That he'll miss it all.
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ach. there was a day i could so relate trying to fill the gaping while left in my own with all the little pieces i collected of others...so glad i did not miss mine when she came walking in. nice one. happy tt!
ReplyDeleteOh those heart-collectors. I've been one, and I've had mine collected. What a poignant post!
ReplyDeleteWhat comes around goes around...he'll get his.
ReplyDeleteI've had mine stolen...again! GAH! But I wonder if she realises it?
ReplyDeleteGreat take, Dreamhaven :)
I've never thought of having a toilet paper collection! ha! But I certainly wouldn't want to run out!
ReplyDeleteSubby ~ oh do tell!
ReplyDeleteWow! I'm thinking how we were thinking along the same lines this week! Your poem was excellent, and a great take on this week's theme! Thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteVery poignant poem, true for too many of us. Interesting twist on the theme.
ReplyDeleteNice piece! A country song in there, I think!
ReplyDeleteonce i said i liked moose, and everytime i turned around someone gave me a moose! Now I have a moose collection. Funny how that works out. Say, i kind of like twenties...
ReplyDeleteI, too, feel sorry for the heart collectors for the very same reason. Beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteI must say, when you said "some people collect hearts..." I had to read it twice to make sure you weren't referring to criminal behavior!
ReplyDeleteI really do love your poems! They are very Allanis Morisette!
ReplyDeleteI like "Love is but a puzzle, My missing piece is out there." Very hopeful.
ReplyDeleteI think we've all been suckered in by a heart collector in our time. I wonder if they realise what a valuable collection they have? I hope my missing piece is out there too! But he'd better hurry . . time's a wastin'
ReplyDelete"Heart-whole and fancy free"
ReplyDeleteLove the image. My feeling on the subject at hand is: if you give your heart and someone throws it down, just pick it up and be glad s/he's gone cuz s/he didn't appreciate (or deserve) it in the first place. And would you really ever want to be stuck with such a moron? Phooey on him/her/it. :)
Something similar to notches on the bedpost!
ReplyDeleteCreative and oh so true ; )
ReplyDeleteI am not fond of the heart collectors!
ReplyDeleteHa ha, you have to be careful what you say, or suddenly you'll have a collection without ever wanting to. I think that's how my closet has come to be full of teddybears!
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