Who Asked You?

Who Asked You?

Who Asked YouWhat’s with all the questions?
Do you think I have all the answers?
Was I even talking to you?
Don’t you have something else to do?
Didn’t you just ask me that?
Are you trying to annoy me?
Did you say something?
Are you still here?
Don’t you have somewhere else to be?
Why can’t you figure anything out for yourself?
When will this ever end?

I guess you could call this a list poem. It’s my response to Day 28 at napowrimo.net,
where we are challenged to write a poem consisting of questions.

 

~ Day 28 ~

Inner Sanctum ~ list poem

Inner Sanctum

no bigger than a walk in closet
          home to everything important
twin bed tucked into a corner
          meeting place & library chair
dresser, of course
          clothes have to go somewhere
1950s school desk tucked into the open closet
          already too small in 1968
one small record stand
          holding the center of the universe
record player
          one day replaced by a turntable
air filled with the voices of prophets
          Eric Burdon, The Beatles, Buffalo Springfield
one small room
          window on the world

The prompt for Day 28 of National/Global Poetry Writing Month at napowrimo.net
is to write a poem describing a bedroom from your past.

Any day in the life of a retiree

This list poem is my response to What day is it anyway? from Sarah at dVerse Poets Pub, where the prompt is to choose a day, then write a poem about the way that day feels to you.

Any day in the life of a retiree

Sleep in
Coffee
Watch the bird feeder
Breakfast
Read the news
More coffee
Read poetry
Watch the bird feeder
Housework
Write poetry
Go kayaking
Watch the bird feeder
Go hiking and take photos
Fill the bird feeder
Grocery shopping

Check
Check
Check
Check
Check
Check
Check
Check
Check
Check
Wait, that’s tomorrow.
Check
Check
Check
Or was that yesterday?

What day is it anyway?

Isn’t every day Saturday?

Nothing Worth Keeping ~ list poem

 

Nothing Worth Keeping

Five years after our dissolution,

(Isn’t that an odd word for the solution
that ended our original solution
of lifelong companionship?)

I found a box of papers
I had not troubled to sort.

Nothing of consequence in a summons for jury duty.
Nothing of importance in a nine-year old tax return.
Nothing of significance in a lab report.
Nothing done in a To Do list.
Nothing of merit in a receipt for an oil and lube.
Nothing to write home about in a love poem.
Nothing left to buy in a grocery list.
Nothing of good taste in an ad for home décor.
Nothing of value in a quit claim deed.
Nothing to our credit in a bank statement.
Nothing about a bad connection in a cable bill.
Nothing to show for an expired warranty.
Nothing in the eyes of two people posing
for a vacation photo that hinted at the final solution.
Nothing that lasts forever.
Nothing.

The prompt for NaPoWriMo.net Day 16 is “to write a poem that uses the form of a list to defamiliarize the mundane.”