About the Poem
The cloth is a metaphor for something or someone of sentimental value, be it an object, a person or even something as intangible as a relationship.
This may not a great poem, in terms of "every literary technique and style" that they teach us in school but it sort of flowed out of my mind one day as I was listening to The Corr's 1st album. Anyway, this poem is special to me because it's one of the easiest poems I've ever written. I wrote it in about 5mins...as I thought of everything I've ever cared about, from an actual security blanket that I had as a child to my friends and family.
Treasured Thing |
| by Lin Yong-ching |
| The moth-eaten cloth Traveled the years Through beaten roads And wearied paths. The moth-eaten cloth Tattered and torn Traveled with me On & on. But as time wore on the cloth wore thin. No longer able To be used to clean Up my sorrows or my fears. A piece of memory A fragment of past. A moth-eaten cloth, That has seen its last. Yet it remains A part of me The cloth eaten by moths But survived to be A treasured friend |
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Terrific!! Simple with depth!
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