Three Silver Dollars
I wish that I could have
My silver dollars back
Never guess where they are
You don't know, I don't know
Wasn't there when they came
Small bath window, slivers
TV, stereo, junk
Violated my soul
Miss my silver dollars
Surprisingly the most
Excruciatingly
Note: This true, I blame a couple who were selling door to door the night before. And the first thing that comes to mind when I think of the burglary is my Silver Dollars. Three I remember, two from Mom's coin stash, i.e., collection, and one given to me--I was an early teen then--by my Uncle Don who had just been to Reno for his first time.
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- I have opted to not follow Rommy's fine prompt, of inserting "a sense of "smell" somewhere in the poem. I could, say, "smell of rats"when visiters came to my door. BUT this would be hard and still end up with exactly 44 words as the form requires.
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Oh this is sad, Jim. How people can do this and sleep soundly at night... I will never understand.
ReplyDeleteOh Jim, that’s awful! I’m so sorry that your home was broken into. However, the prompt word is SLIVER. I’ll let you off this time. :)
ReplyDeleteVery sad! Too bad those slivers of glass in the broken bathroom window did not cut them and leave some DNA! Well done.
ReplyDeleteI'm so sorry you had that happen. Such a violation, as well as the loss. Now you'll have to work in sliver. 😉
ReplyDeleteSo very sorry that you had to go through that, they take more than things, they take memories.
ReplyDeleteIt really hurts your heart sometimes when you lose things. I am sorry you experienced this.
ReplyDeleteBurglary can be a true violation... yes I have been through that.
ReplyDeleteThat's such a bummer, Jim...
ReplyDeleteMuch love,
David
SkepticsKaddish.com
I've been robbed before. I forget the things taken but not the feelings of such a personal assault.
ReplyDeleteDevastating to be robbed … a violation, indeed! When things go missing sometimes I do find them when I'm not looking. But it sounds you've lost hope your silver pieces will be found. Sadly, there's thieves in our midst!
ReplyDeleteGood poem sir, but what a painful experience.
ReplyDeleteHey Jim, this hits the nail on the head very powerfully. It's the personal items that matter the most, despite the overall value...
ReplyDeleteSorry Jim, should have said I'm Scott Hastie - not accepting my URL in the comment field
ReplyDeleteNever nice to be robbed of anything. Commiserations...
ReplyDeleteOh no. I am so sorry about the silver dollars. When we got burgled it was a silver necklace my mum got me, that I never wore...but it meant a lot. Thing is it would have meant so little to anyone else. I send you all my heartfelt best wishes.
ReplyDeleteThe were rats indeed! Those lost dollars had sentimental value too.
ReplyDeleteLosing mementoes . . . always sad. And sad to think your house was 'cased' beforehand.
ReplyDelete"Violated my soul" I think that's what resonates the most, the sense of being so disrespected and the violence of the broken glass. Shattering to what we hold dear.
ReplyDeleteOh, NOT nice! It's the sentimental value which makes it all the more hurtful.
ReplyDeleteBlankin', bleepin' scags. (That's about as ugly as aunts' words are allowed to get...) Don't they know it's like the special pillows or toys little kids have, or the dare-you-to-break-us dustcatchers old ladies have? Three worn silver dollars--they could have just asked for the money. It's not about the money; it's about the memories your brain linked to the coins. They have no idea.
ReplyDeleteCan you link those memories to something else?
That is sad. We all have mementos we cherish.
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