Are we done yet? Almost, dear readers. I’m starting to hit a wall, my mind is turning a poetic mush. Bear with me a little while longer, if you can.
Today, I share with you some of the contents of a drawer in my office. There is more “junk” in that drawer than what is noted below. If you have a curious mind, leave a comment with your best guess of what else the drawer might hold. If you guess correctly, I’ll work to post a link to your blog or re-blog one of your posts or mail a piece of junk to you. Thanks for reading!
Poetry Day 8: Drawer/Ode/Apostrophe
The drawer opens to delight,
my existence you see!
Melange of color and tint
Scissors, toothpicks, tape, bulldog clips
Join me in its splendor,
the mess of all, plus some lint
You can squeeze the blue ball,
sort through the box of staples,
and forge a Rose’s name
Three black lanyards present!
A cough drop or two
are here for your rummage game
Keys to unknown locks of past,
a whistle that lays silent,
a highlight of pink and green
So much for you to discover,
junk that deserves to be tossed aside
Does your head swirl and careen?
You are in luck, then,
For in the drawer of enchantment,
a bottle of aspirin finds a hole.
Take one or two or three
And shut the drawer good friend
Put to rest the mishmash, the hodgepodge of this drawer’s soul.