...
sometimes I can spend an hour
rummaging through my mind,
trying to place the right word,
or phrase,
like finding the perfect picture
for a certain room.
some days, the same words
reappear again and again,
and I don't know what I want more,
to know the answer why the same word keeps reappearing,
like an old flame that needs to put out,
or to finish the poem.
I have always loved a warm hearth,
so I usually always finish the poem.
...
Rummage Sale
Rummaged through the merchandise
to find the barcodes unscanable
and stripped off a label to
type in the UPC, but that didn't work either.
Rummaged the numbers to find SKU
and with the ticketing gun
the problem was shoved
until I had to do a Void
because someone grabbed
one too many making a double scan.
I typed in numbers one after another
until tax was added to your order,
which I had to explain sales tax
for Uncle Sam always wants his cut
and your price will rise, not deflate.
I labeled the next banch
of products awaiting the next purchase
as I had to read off expiration dates
and must-be-reduced it's being discontinued.
I took your order, charged your card.
Got your John Hancock, gave you a receipt.
You got what you wanted, company made profit.
And with the "snap" of the light
it's end of shift.
See ya tomorrow.
Oh very cute!! Thanks for
Oh very cute!! Thanks for reading, poetic♥
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "