Scarlett Treat

Rookie - 39 Points (1941 / Jug Fork, Mississippi)

Mental Furniture - Poem by Scarlett Treat

I moved the chest
From here to there,
And threw some old clothes
Over a chair.
I got rid of a lot of things
I didn't need,
But you're still here.

I shifted the table
From left to right,
And worked long hours
Into the night.
My house is spotless now,
But memories of you
Clutter the night.


Comments about Mental Furniture by Scarlett Treat

  • (1/15/2007 4:50:00 AM)


    I like this Scarlett. Good rhythm and meter... x (Report) Reply

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  • (9/14/2006 7:14:00 PM)


    good ending

    right for the jugular
    first you must admit you have a problem
    aint that what they say?
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  • (6/2/2006 3:12:00 PM)


    I liked the concept and layout of your poetic frustration. Surprised you rhymed night with night, but if it fits best... -chuck (Report) Reply

  • Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (5/29/2006 1:54:00 PM)


    SOBERING WORDS FOR BOTH MIND& HEART....LIFE DOES HAVE IT'S
    VALLEYS....BUT TIME & CONFIDENCE HAVE A WAY OF BRINGING BACK THE PEEKS....NICE WRITE, DEAR SCARLETT...HAVEN'T SEEN YOUR NAME ON-LINE LATELY...GLAD TO SEE IT TODAY''''''''''''''FRANK
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  • (5/25/2006 8:41:00 AM)


    Our brains (and hearts) are wild and wonderful things, Scarlett... Memories, sweet and sour - can't always choose which ones to keep and which to discard, can we? They seem to make that choice for us. Muchest love to you! Esther : ] (Report) Reply

  • Ernestine Northover (5/24/2006 9:21:00 AM)


    A lovely write Scarlett, such simple moves but they tell a great story. Loved it. Love Ernestine XXX (Report) Reply

  • (5/23/2006 7:39:00 PM)


    Nice work Scarlett. If this is a memory you wish to erase, I'd say move house. For me I am surrounded by my late husbands work and children and memories that I cherish, but I must admit to feeling we need to move on to new pastures to give my boys a chance to live a little more painlessly, still with him in their hearts but where I live now, is where we lived when he was alive and a change of scene will do us nothing but good. A very interesting thought provoking poem, shame about Rickard too many cocky remarks comment! lol Smiling at you, Tai (Report) Reply

  • (5/23/2006 7:03:00 PM)


    well done scarlett. finally, a poet that can rhyme without sounding freaking infantile. lol. enjoyed it very much. (Report) Reply

  • (5/23/2006 6:51:00 PM)


    Always that mental furniture, although I often find them to be nailed to the floor.
    Good metaphor. Enjoyed. :)
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  • (5/23/2006 5:45:00 PM)


    Great title. Raw pain, but reined in poetry.Wonderful Scarlett.
    Very very very huuuuge hug
    Anna xxx
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 23, 2006



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