A Poem of Mundacity
Today's poetic challenge was interesting - something I have done many times. In celebration of National Poetry Month they want "Mundane Poetry." Or: "Write a poem about a normally mundane object (e.g. a shoe, a pencil, a fork, etc.)."Considering that most pieces I write fall herein - I like leaving delusions of grandeur to others better suited to fill them - I think I can give this a decent stab. Albeit not with a fork or pencil!
Pockets II
"What is in my pocket?"
So begins the end
of the great Riddles in the Dark.
What
I wonder
do you have in your
pockets?
I think,
much like their children;
their pets,
a person's contents of pocket
can tell you
a great deal
about them.
Example:
the man with a
thousand dollars worth change
in his pocket;
the one who holds
the whole line
up digging -
three quarters,
two dimes,
a nickel,
and one penny
paying for the $9.96 cents
purchase
instead of just taking four
pennies back after handing
the teller a $10.00 bill.
There are several
people
in my family
like this man.
What
I wonder
do your pockets
tell of you?
In my pocket this moment;
a camera chip, pocket
knife, and lighter. Geek?
Smoker? Paranoid fool? Or one who
believes in being
prepared?
What is in your pocket?
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