A Basket Poem
This poem is a basket
to keep my metaphors
contained, so they don’t
spill out onto the floor
roll under the couch
ball up with the dust
and soon start to smell,
an odor wafting
about the room
like a lingering worry.
This poem is not a basket
that only decorates a shelf.
It’s a useful poem,
but you can see beauty
where beauty
isn’t the point.
A Swiss Army knife
is a beautiful thing
ready for whatever
you may encounter,
it gives you hope.
Hope is useful
and beautiful.
I keep my ideas contained in a journal.
(You’re a poet, you probably do, too.)
The ones with a sticky phrase
or tickling sound,
I’ll make into a poem,
like a basket holding
fresh-picked peaches
smelling sweet,
so full of juice,
just a beautiful picture
sparking memory of
a perfect day
I never really lived.
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This is so correct and validating!
Love this! A metaphor in which to keep your metaphors. Delightful images mixed with insight. Thank you.
This poem has great progression from what the basket is, what it is not, what it does for you, and the acknowledgement of how we all have our own versions of the basket. Very well done.
Baskets for everybody! This was great, Bill
I love the idea of our metaphors scattered around without a home, like bits and pieces of ideas for which we haven’t yet found a suitable setting but trouble us
very inventive. Nice work!
I like the little twist at the end!
Really like the last stanza.
Ya gotta have a journal even if it’s just to make up a life from the little fractals of spacetime.
Poetic license renewed 😀
Great writing 🙂
Really glad to be reading you again Bill.
A poem sweet and inviting as the peaches in the basket!