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Friday, April 29, 2016
Day 29
For today’s prompt, write a haphazard poem. The poem itself could be haphazardly put together, I suppose. But it could also be about a haphazard situation. Or whatever haphazard thing you can bend the poem into. Robert Lee Brewer's original post
This poem reminds me of the front room - crazy stuff in there! You can't use it but you cant throw it away. And also, I misread the prompt thought it said hazard rather than haphazard. Facepalm.
it's funny how we look at all the 'junk' collected over the years and say it's time to toss it but as we go through we find the mess is more than junk it's memories we want to keep and suddenly the junk becomes treasures.
When I got the boxes of my mother's things I couldn't wait to go through them. But then I didn't pack them. Her recipes were my greatest find. My favorites written in her own handwriting.
Didnt see this comment when I deleted the last version. Here's the new one:
Grief Hazard
Boxes neatly packed stacked in closets under tables stowed in odd spots boxes unlabeled but for a single word: Mom. . I packed them last year numb not knowing what to do I packed for days, hid this and that away carefully wrapped, and now . I wonder what memories hide in each, if I look, well maybe not right now. Later, when more time has passed
I'm only really happy with a few of these poems I'm churning out. Not much metaphor but it's a process I guess, it kind lets you know where your head is
we all have one of them. a kitchen drawer where we toss the remnants of life sure we are going to need them later and want to make sure we know where to find them.
yep, there's that orange peeler you needed the other night and the bag ties we were sure we would need and yet couldn't find when the time came to put them to use.
hey! here's that cork screw we were sure was lost! and remember that super glue we bought but never used? there it is but long expired and no longer of use. guess it's time to toss it...well maybe next time.
I'm sure that there's a huge drawer out there with all the things I've stored or misplaced over time as life moved on and I couldn't keep it all in my memories so stored them in a drawer.
aha! there's husband number one or at least his obit I wondered what happened to him didn't even know he was ill and yet he moved into the drawer unannounced.
oh my! there's my virginity lost at age fifteen to a young man who would become my on again off again lover for the next forty years as we married others but always found each other.
yes, it's out there somewhere - that drawer that collected all the memories and objects I had long forgotten and one day I will go through it and deal with the forgotten times.
In the meantime I will close the drawer leaving everything strewn haphazardly there to sort out later and decide which items will remain and which I will finally be able to discard.
YEAH MOM! I’M CLEANING MY ROOM
ReplyDeleteI'm too big for all this junk
that fills my overcrowded room.
I think I'll give it all away,
have lots more space where I can chill.
Hop on Pop! Too old for that.
I'd jump on dad when he would read it.
We'd laugh and laugh, roll on the floor.
I'd better keep it... for dad of course.
These books too, my very favorite
bedtime stories. I used to need them
every single night. Not now.
But I like to see them on the shelf.
Viewmaster. Baby stuff. But this one's cool.
Dinosaurs. And this one's from our trip
to Washington. Maybe I should
keep it one more year. Or two.
What's in this crate? Lego Dragons!
This wing goes here, and this leg there.
I can get them back together.
I'll only take a minute. Yeah mom,
I'm cleaning my room! Here's what you
can give away: two paperclips,
Spiderman with a broken arm,
and this old red and black stuffed monkey.
Wait! I forgot. I won that monkey
at Six Flags. Maybe I could
fix that arm on Spiderman.
Two paper clips would work just fine.
This poem reminds me of the front room - crazy stuff in there! You can't use it but you cant throw it away. And also, I misread the prompt thought it said hazard rather than haphazard. Facepalm.
DeleteMemories. The stuff embodies our memories. We don't want to get rid of, we want to remember.
Deleteit's funny how we look at all the 'junk' collected over the years and say it's time to toss it but as we go through we find the mess is more than junk it's memories we want to keep and suddenly the junk becomes treasures.
Deletenot junk, "treasures" that we just can't part with!
DeleteLovely nostalgic poem there Victoria.
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ReplyDeleteWhen I got the boxes of my mother's things I couldn't wait to go through them. But then I didn't pack them. Her recipes were my greatest find. My favorites written in her own handwriting.
DeleteDidnt see this comment when I deleted the last version. Here's the new one:
DeleteGrief Hazard
Boxes neatly packed
stacked in closets
under tables
stowed in odd spots
boxes unlabeled but for
a single word: Mom.
.
I packed them last year
numb not knowing
what to do
I packed for days, hid
this and that away
carefully wrapped,
and now
.
I wonder
what memories hide
in each, if I look, well
maybe not right now.
Later, when more time
has passed
I'm only really happy with a few of these poems I'm churning out. Not much metaphor but it's a process I guess, it kind lets you know where your head is
Deleteyes maybe later when the memories won't cut so deep and hurt as much... maybe later
Deletewe all have one of them. a kitchen drawer
ReplyDeletewhere we toss the remnants of life sure
we are going to need them later and want
to make sure we know where to find them.
yep, there's that orange peeler you needed
the other night and the bag ties we were
sure we would need and yet couldn't find
when the time came to put them to use.
hey! here's that cork screw we were sure was lost!
and remember that super glue we bought but never used?
there it is but long expired and no longer of use.
guess it's time to toss it...well maybe next time.
I'm sure that there's a huge drawer out there
with all the things I've stored or misplaced
over time as life moved on and I couldn't keep
it all in my memories so stored them in a drawer.
aha! there's husband number one or at least his obit
I wondered what happened to him
didn't even know he was ill
and yet he moved into the drawer unannounced.
oh my! there's my virginity lost at age fifteen
to a young man who would become my on again
off again lover for the next forty years
as we married others but always found each other.
yes, it's out there somewhere - that drawer
that collected all the memories and objects
I had long forgotten and one day I will
go through it and deal with the forgotten times.
In the meantime I will close the drawer
leaving everything strewn haphazardly there
to sort out later and decide which items
will remain and which I will finally be able to discard.
LMAO!!! I love this one!!!
DeleteYou went through my kitchen drawer!!! didn't you??? kidding. Great poem I laughed my butt off!
ReplyDeleteThe jungle's a pleasant place to be
ReplyDeletewith monkeys sitting in a tree
but put me in the forest please
with grape vines hanging from the trees
then maybe I'd like to fly a plane
up in the sky; no I'm not insane
I'm just haphazard as you can be
and eating popcorn is really me
I could swim the lake...
that could be a mistake
I will wash my socks today
then go outside in the sun to play
I'd really like to go to the gym
I'd turn the lights down really dim
and polish my bowling ball
that's not very much at all
I'd park my helicopter on the roof
because I'm a haphazard kind of goof
and play gin rummy with a big baboon
I'd better end this very soon
because I don't have much more time
so I sit here and flip my dime
This has been a haphazard day
it really has, wouldn't you say?
omg! my comment got deleted!!! try again... an ADD poem... lmbo!! and very haphazard :-)
ReplyDelete