It was a shrine of accomplishments and failures,
moments caught and preserved to last a lifetime.
I passed by it everyday,
all the time,
but never really stopped to take in
all of its intricate details.
The same faces repeated across its surface.
Most were happy, celebratory expressions,
a few unpleasant or lacking emotion.
The faces aged,
like a yearbook collection, showing the changes and maturity.
Clips of newspaper articles,
reminders,
recipes and personal messages
were scattered about like army men in a war-zone.
Each had its place, its responsibility, and purpose.
At its core
it is simply a refrigerator,
masked with personality from our lives.
But with time it has morphed into a memorial,
to remind us of the every day life
and its happiness in its simplicity.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Homemade Shrine
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I really like the opening sentence. I also like that you didn't say that it was a fridge until close to the end.
ReplyDeleteHave you ever written a piece from the point of view from an inanimate object? It's really fun to do.
"The faces aged, like a yearbook collection, showing the changes and maturity. Clips of newspaper articles, reminders, recipes and personal messages were scattered about like army men in a war-zone." Awesome :)