It's Still Life

The Myth of Planned Obsolescence

Two plates are tapping.
Tit.tit.titting against each other.
I’ve loaded the dishwasher wrong.

No, if it open it now,
I’ll flood the floor.

I hate those dishes anyway.
They’re 40-years old, and refuse
to break. Won’t even chip.

Yeah, I know, they don’t
make things like they used to.

Damned things
are apt to out live me.

AprPAD “An Action” and Napowrimo: Day 23 A poem based in sound. The poem, for example, could incorporate overheard language. Perhaps it could incorporate a song lyric in some way, or language from something often heard spoken aloud (a prayer, a pledge, the Girl Scout motto). Or you could use a regional or local phrase from your hometown that you don’t hear elsewhere, e.g. “that boy won’t amount to a pinch.”

It’s National Poetry Writing Month, which explains the surge in activity. I’m following three different sites generating daily prompts. Writers’ Digest Poetic Asides, the National Poetry Writing Month website (NaPoWriMo) and my old friend, Walt, over at Gnomes. All of these pieces are drafts.