Poetry

"Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks."

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Plutarch

I like that quote, how apropos that it would be on my space today. I would replace painting with photography though.

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We are writing poetry in creative writing class so here is my first attempt in a long time at writing a poem. I kind of like them...

the fridge

I open the door to the fridge

It is one of two

Because we need more room

To store all our food

 

I open the door to the fridge

So packed that five things fall out

Half empty cartons of spoiling food

I stuff them back in

 

I open the door to the fridge

And a smell like a fart wafts out

I close the door quickly

Trying to ignore the stench

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Clean Out, November 19th 2009

Half eaten can of old spam,

almost empty cartons of sour cream

too numerous to count,

stacked up haphazardly – they always fall out.

Throw them all out.

Expired

 

Spotted lunchmeat – definitely bad,

styrofoam container of leftovers from

some restaurant visited on Mother’s Day.

Even more in another fridge to get rid of;

doggie bags meant for later.

Forgotten

 

Biscuits dated 14^th of April 2009.

Squishy zucchini squashed and

no good now.

Brown guacamole, green fuzzy cheese,

liquefied lettuce and more…

Wasted

 

Don’t forget the eggs,

of a carton 3 are left.

Don’t think of dozens of others

in bags long ago thrown away,

like now - too heavy to lift.

Trashed

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Poetry is not always pretty and it does not have to rhyme.