Monday, 22 February 2010

The Poetry Bus is on the road again.

Totalfeckineejit suggests we turn out our pockets, empty our handbags, etc., and come up with a poem about ourselves. Here is my little offering:
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I emptied my bag, my personna to find
amazed at the mess that emerged.
What does it say of the state of my mind?
What chaos have I unearthed?
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Tickets, tissues, coupons, receipts,
plus numerous oddments en masse
beneath purse, comb, cosmetics, wallet and keys
along with a small looking glass.
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I try to be tidy - I try to be neat
but it's oh! so easy to hide
all the clutter of daily life inside my bag
while it still looks smart on the outside!

10 comments:

Gina said...

Sounds like my bag!

Carol Quance said...

sounds like me!! LOL you've got such a talent for writing Heather!

The Weaver of Grass said...

Oh Heather - I sometimes wonder what our handbags say about us!

Wipso said...

Something in that poem sounds familiar :-) Thanks for sharing it.
A x

Totalfeckineejit said...

Your bag may not be neat H, but your poem is!Thanks.

Penny said...

Love the poem, and it sounds like my bag too.

Argent said...

Your bag is just like mine! I have the same approach to cupboards too! Liked the light-heartedness of this.

Karen said...

Ha, ha, ha! I love the playfulness of this!

the watercats said...

I love the tempo of this.. it trips easily off the tongue... really nice stuff! :-)

BT said...

Ha ha, very good Heather. I know just what you mean though!