Glance at the clock, true reflections
Right on time, yeah, not the story
Usually just a tad too early
Or in a hurry, up-like mode
Time's appetite loves a fable
This isn't fiction, grasp and hold
Super store circular bargain
Pad and pencil, shopping list soon
Coupon's drawing magic power
Snipped a few, sun drenched afternoon
This rhythmic move, halts so surprised
Expiration page, scissors find
Are there reasons why Murphy's law
Should follow me step by half step
Predicaments, no not really
Mistakes time limps
Breathing different air
Newest circular, from the chair
Shopping cart develops a squeak
Other shopper's strain necks to see
A walking annoyance
Smiling and putting on a show
Yeah, yeah, yeah, an ancient dance towed
Certain smiles, regrets, spirit knows
Of course the bag rips wide open
A paper bag, a tree is down
Staring at criminal plastic
Choice was made, anon, helpless frown
Nothing damaged so completely
Just extra steps like blackboard chalk,
Sunset slumber deepens, dreams of cracked caulk
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Comments: 33
Good piece.
very well done William
How is it that everyone has the squeaky trolley experience, yet it only ever seems to be me with the bung trolley at our local supermarket?! The last one I got not only squeaked and rattled, it screeched in pain when I turned corners! Everytime I turned from one aisle into the next, the trolley screamed and because the wheels couldn't turn properly, I had to do a huge wide turn. I'm telling you everyone in that supermarket was laughing with me and when I finished shopping, an assistant came up and said 'That's the worst squeaky trolley I've ever had to put up with in my 25 years of work!'
I love that you turn these everyday things into lovely poems, William!
latest: new:Street of a city: Flight of the phoenix -8*:
Really like how you turned a frustration into poetry.
You're organized . . . a list maker, not me, no siree.
I love your notice of intuitive details . . . "Certain smiles, regrets, spirit knows."
And the last two lines really sum it all up . . . and how creative a simile.
Your poem reaches us all as the mundane American.
Time's appetite loves a fable
This isn't fiction, grasp and hold
and time is like some kind of slippery snake - just won't stand still -
good to see you're still at it - love this poem and yes, I too can relate...Salud
I like the new cloth bags as I got them when one of my bags broke and I had 3 jars break.
I think we can all relate to this.
Have a great gather day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
but at the end of it could only nod in agreement as if something is apt to go wrong it will and at the damnedest time..
smart move Rita
And I thought I was the only one!
Thanks for posting in Journey Into Poetry !
The carts are pretty tricky as they work well until I get a certain distance from the doorway, at which they go into their non working routine.