Some collect sweatshirts from past lovers Broken hearts Or postage stamps
Some collect coins Drug habits Gray hairs Or spray paint cans from a long since forgotten youth
Yet others collect inhibitions Reasons And excuses
Some collect “you” Or “you’s” Or poetry Or friendship bracelets Maybe middle school dance playlists
Others collect stories Maybe narratives They keep writing the same one on different people
Some collect complimentary hotel soaps Some collect cities Some collect letters
Some people collect jewels Some people are jewels That other people collect
I collect buttons I collect broken cell phone fees I collect cracked nails and peeling purple polish I collect frogs And tadpoles
I collect tastes I collect kisses I collect lamp shades so I can feel like a light
I collect memories that remind me of other memories I collect poetry that isn’t ever finished I collect poetry that needs stitching I collect old sewing projects and call it a metaphor I collect metaphors And anaphoras And literary devices
I collect bible verses I wish I understood I collect inky pens I collect stares at my left wrist directed at a small tattoo I collect red pen marks on all my essays because I use commas, as rhetorical strategies
Some people collect family members I collected them too
Some people collect fees I am still paying for you
I collect friendship I try to give it back
Some people collect famous one liners Some people collect 15 seconds of fame Some collect an arsenal of hate
Some people only ever collect time Sometimes that is enough
Some collect too many cells in one place Some collect hospital bills Some collect lemons And never have tasted lemonade
Others collect wisdom Others simply don’t
Others collect different countries and flags That they willingly accept Others simply won’t
Most people collect rules Of things they aren’t able to collect
Most people never collect themselves Most people don’t realize That they could.
Everyone is but the sum of what they have collected: of their collections. Thank you for adding to mine.
Collections of what does these things speak Carousel horses reminding me of a simpler time Also reminding us stay in touch with childlike wonder Horses also run with determination with a pace all their own Butterflies to navigate life's changes with dignity and with gracefulness Angels to remind me that's alright to ask for help and guidance in this journey called life Poetry helps tie all the collections together and helps me find my own version of wings
I dedicate this poem to All My Hello Poetry Friends, you are great!