I missed #2 in the prompts for NaPoWriMo. The numbering scheme is the prompt number and not the poetry number.
a broken object you continue to hold onto...
I am a minimalist,
So, I don't hold on to objects.
I am a spiritualist,
So, objects don't really hold me.
But, there was this one broken object,
I held it and it held me.
It was a simple Swiss knife.
It was just loose,
Although everyone else insisted
That it was broken
The knife was with me,
Through several highs and
Many more lows.
It was with me when I,
Used it to uncork that wine bottle,
On our beautiful honeymoon.
It was with me when I,
Had to tear open the letters,
When I was separated from my lover.
It was with me when I,
Wanted to fix my daughter's,
Broken toys and odds and ends.
It was with me when I,
Had forgotten to clean my nails,
Jus' before a work meeting.
It was with me when I,
Had to open a bottle,
Of jam for my daughter.
But now, when it is broken,
It is they, who ask me to throw it away,
They know not all that it has taken.
While I hold it and it holds me!
Parallel Spirals 