Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
Pocket knives, tape measures. An extensive collection of coins. Nails, screws, numerous sizes, and sets of nail clippers, files, polishes and brushes. Shoes, always shoes. And dresses. Shirts and ties. Loud and quiet. The sick and the dead are forever quiet, never quite quiet. Our solicitude's unnecessary. Playing cards, backgammon games, chess. Every move's a variation on the next. And so it is with words, numbers, shapes and sizes. Feet and hands, knees and eyes. Why and where and how won't matter once we've divided the bags of clothes among the poor and destitute. It's not too hard to laugh too hard. The son and daughter deliver them and then go home. Letters, wallets, clocks and watches. Photographs in which the name and face don't match.
0
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 5:00 PM UTC
Cleaning Out Their House
Pocket knives, tape measures. An extensive collection of coins. Nails, screws, numerous sizes, and sets of nail clippers, files, polishes and brushes. Shoes, always shoes. And dresses. Shirts and ties. Loud and quiet. The sick and the dead are forever quiet, never quite quiet. Our solicitude's unnecessary. Playing cards, backgammon games, chess. Every move's a variation on the next. And so it is with words, numbers, shapes and sizes. Feet and hands, knees and eyes. Why and where and how won't matter once we've divided the bags of clothes among the poor and destitute. It's not too hard to laugh too hard. The son and daughter deliver them and then go home. Letters, wallets, clocks and watches. Photographs in which the name and face don't match.
robert-ronnow
Written by
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 5:00 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem