28 March 2018

Thesaurus: Hoards of Treasure on Earth

I don’t have sons or daughters, I have invented no words
They are all mine, they are all yours.
How, then, do we raise them up into the Light?
How then does the Light call us to be their guardians?
to be custodians and stewards to their fullness in and out of time?

I don’t own acres, I've built no walls
They are all mine, they are all yours.
How, then, do we dig down and build up?
How then do our hearts need land and walls
to grow and nourish and protect and know?

I have tables and chairs, I have resources
They are all mine, they are all yours.
How, then, do we invite each other to the seats?
How do our lives and words welcome others
to give and take and move up mountains?

I hoarded books and plates, they line my walls
in order of my thoughts and years—from the earliest
children’s books and toy cups on the lower shelves
to the philosophy, poetry and pots of tea on the upper
and a world of dialogue and description in between.

I held a wealth of paper and pens in my hands, boxed
writings and photographs against loss, called them treasures, 
and locked them away with precious coins to use another day.
Now they are so much trash for someone else to throw away.
When I kept my leadings from the world, they died with me.

And so, in another chance at life, I strip down 
to be all mine, to be all yours, to engage with children 
and worlds, to increase the fullness of land and life—
all of those parts that no one owns and everyone belongs to.
My treasure is you and I want more, more. The treasure is me.

For Sumana's prompt Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Treasure

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© 2018 Susan L. Chast


revelations said...

this really gets one thinking ... there are some powerful messages in these words..

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I LOVE this poem!!!!!! The having and not owning, the journey of acquiring and letting go, and especially those closing lines - the treasure is you, the treasure is me. WONDERFUL!!!!!!!!

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

Human treasure, as your poem suggests, is the one that matters most of all. By cultivating relationships we become rich indeed.

Vivian Zems said...

Beautiful. .."all of those parts that no one owns and everyone belongs to..."
Loving this line.

Trådløs said...

That is beautifully penned. Reminds me of a quote I read the other day that says: The most important things are not things. So true, isn't it

Bekkie Sanchez said...

Life is full of treasure if we just stop and look! Good write!

Myrna R. said...

How beautiful your words are. How wonderful to realize what is treasure and what is trash. Your words are about true adulthood, which few of us reach. I love the healthy selfishness and generosity as you realized what truly has value. This is a fantastic poem.

Old Egg said...

Sometimes people never see how beautiful they are as well as the whole population. We have so much potential to do anything, create, adapt, nurture and most importantly love one another. However we find this so hard to do, we get angry at each other rather than accept differences and live and let live for we all can contribute in our own way. What a powerful poem you have written here Susan.

rallentanda said...

What is treasure to us is trash to the relatives and they junk it when you pass. So give away everything now to someone or some institution who will appreciate it. Your poem has inspired me to do this. I have been putting it off but this year I will. Thank you.

Sumana Roy said...

"all of those parts that no one owns and everyone belongs to." The most beautiful line I've recently come across. What is trash and what is not...How I wish we could have this knowledge at the dawn of our life. But that is not to be. Sigh.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Very thought-provoking, and wise.

Kim M. Russell said...

I like the way the rhythm changes slightly with every stanza and the thought-provoking questions.

annell4 said...

I like the write and all your treasures!!