I've been meaning to clean out my junk drawer the past few weeks, and today's poetry prompt was the push I needed to actually get it done apparently! We were to take notes while listening to a song, then go through our junk drawer and take notes on that, then somehow unite the two sets of notes in poetry. I just pulled up my road trip playlist and hit random (otherwise it would already be tomorrow and I would still be trying to choose a song) which gave me "Cowboy Take Me Away" by the band formerly known as the Dixie Chicks (just The Chicks now). I am surprisingly pleased with the result, perhaps especially because I now have a freshly organized junk drawer! Boxes which once held tea bags
Store batteries and matches long after Mugs have been washed of the dregs Of the tea sipped alone or together in laughter. A tin made for Altoids, curiously strong, Now contains twist-ties or rubber bands. In finding new purpose there is nothing wrong. Utility within reach of searching hands. They say that what counts is what's on the inside, But what's inside can evolve and change, Contents by their cover not accurately belied, What was once familiar, through time, grown strange. I have a thingamabob collection to rival (Bits whose purpose has long since been lost) That of the mermaid, Ariel. Perhaps it's time those whatsits get tossed. Food for fresh flowers that were never fed Takes up otherwise useful space Like so much trivia in my head. I wonder what else could exist in its place? How many birthdays have these candles seen Year after year on top of cake, They alone privy to the honoree's dreams? Such confidences best friends make. I planted a pencil in a drawer. It has since then wild grown Accumulating string and paperclips and more. Can the contents of a junk drawer, like a soul, be ever truly known? Might I see yours, what lies within, Your junk drawer or your soul? Closer to you than I've ever been, Are you a fiddle or violin? To know you better is my goal.
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