List poem.
A grocery list is not a poem. Unless you make it one.
Bread
butter
jelly jam
ham cheese mustard
butterscotch custard
That's one
Sister, go to the store for tea.
Her mother said.
Talking to Alvin
in Aisle three
she was moved to thoughts of sin instead.
Sweet mystery.
(whatever happens next, it started as a grocery list)
buttermilk
chocolate
milk of magnesia
human kindness
wine, red
wine, white
bread
whole wheat
wheat germ
arm and hammer
a grocery list is like___
Anything I can do, you can do better
A Twofer, this morning:
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OK I combined the List with a Cinquain series here: Listing, Leaning or Lumbering
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Here’s mine:
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A lemon half dries out on the refrigerator shelf
the open jar of salsa grows green mold under its lid
the yogurt’s half-hidden expiration date raises an alarm
The list grows —
groceries bought and used
by one, still alone in
a world no longer on lockdown.
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Quite a complex range of emotion in this simple “list”. 🤞So good to be out and about
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https://eastelmhurstagogo.wordpress.com/2021/11/12/at-the-grocery-store/ Hi here is mine
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