Writing201 Day Eight
device: apostrophe (speaker in the poem addresses another person or object)
Ode to a Junk Drawer
The place where collective clutter is dumped
Why do you get such a terribly bad rap?
Doesn’t everyone have a junk drawer in the kitchen?
I’m most happy to admit ‘tis one in my own life.
Like a place where wayward thoughts and orphaned paragraphs reside,
Where batteries, paper clips, coupons, pliers and chip bag clips hide.
Oh little junk drawer, what would we be without you?
When children need an extra unopened toothbrush pack,
Or Dad is looking for a piece of tape and the way to finish a project with glue.
You hold such treasures, I’m always amazed to regard your myriad secrets,
Cleaned popsicle sticks, pens, and a favorite antique sealing wax,
Mom found the perfect tool for the job, right down to some yellow colored tacks.
Oh little junk drawer, how you long to be organized with care,
In one fell swoop on spring cleaning day.
We gathered all your contents sorted and arranged so well,
Scissors, a couple of good forever stamps, and a tiny travel pack
complete with comb, nail clipper and emery board,
A gift from Aunt Mildred, I continue to hoard.
Journal prompt: Do you have a junk drawer in your house? What do your drawers generally look like, if you are willing to share. Write about the contents.