A chip used to be
what isn’t there,
something lost,
leaving bare
a little bit
of what’s left,
remainder
with less heft
perhaps, but
less is more:
what isn’t there
is its own lore.
Oddments
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January 16, 2021 at 11:18 am
Oh, what a story I suspect that beautiful little plate could tell. I have some dishes that were my grandparents, and when we use them I never fail to think of the family dinners, loved ones long gone, and the stories and smiles that go with them. Nice. 🙂 Happy weekend, Maureen.
January 16, 2021 at 11:54 am
Exactly. This one belonged to my grandma, and I know just what you mean about using old dishes. They even make a certain kind of clatter that newer dishes don’t make. Happy weekend to you too, Judy — counting down!
January 17, 2021 at 12:41 pm
I am drawn to ‘leaving bare / a little bit / of what’s left’. We all know that feeling too well and especially so in present days.
January 17, 2021 at 3:36 pm
You are, unfortunately, very right.