Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Keeper
Things accumulate--
rain, snow, fallen leaves--
shoes, power tools, pet rocks--
receipts, transfers, squished Junior Mints--
antique lunchboxes, non-functioning lamps.
There is, emphatically, plenty.
The credit cards ring out their songs.
The March Hare uses dirty teacups but who cares.
The size of my closet grows without ceasing.
There are things here, in the closet--
some of them from a swamp or outer space or a time machine.
Landfills no longer required, because,
I will keep everything.
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4 comments:
Really like this! How it swings between the natural world and the materialistic consumer world.
At first I felt worried for the narrator who says "I will keep everything" but as I reread, I felt this was a goddess who would sweep everything into her supernatural closet... Not sure which is closer to your intent.
The one thing I found distracting was the line about the March Hare. Maybe replace with another natural image?
This is a keeper - love it!
Makes me cringe (at the thought of cleaning my purse/closet/house/garage) - def a keeper! Agree about the March Hare though. I like the dirty teacups tho'. nice list in opening verse.
I don't know, I liked the March Hare; it's in keeping with the slightly mad atmosphere of the piece. In fact, I'd even suggest replacing "swamp" in the last stanza with "rabbit hole"!
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