How to Count the Trinkets

How such,

the trinkets that clutter my path?

What others find useless?

Abhorrent items of dimming demise?

These treasures, placed alone,

but not lonely, discarded by the wise.

How often,

my impediments to grasp?

Behold the brass and trashy ring.

Whilst the melee be over

seemingly rudimentary things?

I suppose, a cherish to all, would-be, the surmise.

Perhaps, a charm had been given to another.

And, with little esteem or commotion

found the acreage below my feet.


A sense of awe omits to find a boulder among the sandpit.

What sort of apparition gather here?

Laying the yesterdays at my stand.

Laying the given ever so near.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.