Object Poem – Old Key

This poem was originally written for a Creative Writing class in December 2010.

It won second place in a poetry contest. 🙂

This Old Key

This old key
Worn brass, older than I
Sharp edges word down with the passage of time
Even the rust has become smoothed with use
Now it is an old wisemen
Opening the door to long forgotten secrets
Now it is a widow
Its partner the lock long gone, rusted away with time
Now it is the sage
Remembers the past and tells others before it must pass on
Now it is lost
Forgotten in a drawer, left to rust away
Now it is found
Strung on a ribbon or chain
A relic of the old made new by the eyes of the young


Concrete Poem – Open. Close.

Poem originally written for my Creative Writing class in November 2010.

(FYI – a Concrete poem looks like the object it talks about)

Open. Close.
Both as easy
to do
when you have
just one thing.
to the
by all.
An object.
A common
Ah, Eureka.
I have it. I know what
must                       be and
what                         I must
Do.                           I know
it all                          now.
I have       the answer.
I have it, the key