YURI DURAAN

Rookie - 57 Points (29 September 1970 / South Africa)

Tchotchkes - Poem by YURI DURAAN

It was only after she died I came to know her...
going through her things,
finding the little box with trinkets,
keepsakes from a different era,
a movie ticket
a war medal
and the brass heart locket on a string,
already green with age...
inside a cut-out of Elvis

I smiled... we were not so different after all,
this woman from the past, and I
our tchotschkes are worlds apart, but
the sentiment the very same.


Comments about Tchotchkes by YURI DURAAN

  • ngaio beck (5/22/2008 9:23:00 PM)


    The summary of a life.A few trinkets.This piece conjured up memories I'd struggled to bury.Good poem.Bad trip! (Report) Reply

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  • Mark Nwagwu (4/15/2008 2:15:00 PM)


    Yes, it's after they die we know them, perhaps better. Your lovely poem reminds me of what Denis Boorstin, the late Librarian of Congress, exhibited to the public, for the first time -the contents of Abraham'Lincoln's pockets the night he was assasinated, including a pocket knife. Yes, we learn so much after they die! a lovely poem (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 15, 2008



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