This Folder Is Empty
This folder is empty
but the old mail piles up
subject and date and day
of the week assuming
a page of columns I forget
to flag while still looking
for your latest attachments.
Every message sent already
is received, and opened
maybe, read, perhaps
more recently deleted.
I know until I toss yours
to the basket and hit all
clear I can restore it
with a click, even make it
new again, move it anywhere
before you start new drafts,
even after my spam filters
you out, marking you once
more my contact hidden
somewhere among the saved
yet always on my calendar.
© 2013 Maureen E. Doallas
Tuesday, July 9, 2013
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8 comments:
ha. sounds a bit back and forth...unwilling to finally let go...leaving a way back...
What flexibility we have.. that decision of burning all the letters can be reversed.. and worse still it stays in the cloud... including all the likes.
I like it. Been there! Well done.
Well done!
sticky tricky
fun poem
This is so playful, Maureen; and yet--I've experienced something similar lately. And it wasn't fun. Those notes, tucked away inside of me--one's I thought I'd deleted long ago. Sometimes they are unearthed by the happenings of the day.
Interesting blend of old and new imagery, Maureen.
Interested in how we can "mark" people so easily
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