Browsing in old and not-so-old journals, sorting and filing new poems and notes for revisions on old, discovering half-written, originally-never-intended-for publication poems. Does this snippet from September 22 of this year qualify?
Ten Things I have Left on Planes
by Shirley Smith Franklin
My ticket
Two full size pillows
One shawl
One umbrella
Empty lunch bags, plastic, zip
One half-eaten chocolate bar
Every neck pillow I've owned
Several airline magazine contest entries, neat, complete, correct
One small notebook, with notes from the funeral of my very best friend forever
and contact information for her family
who were to tell me more about her later
My heart
and all that makes the world
so bright, so beautiful, and fair.
She loved me. And I love her still.
Note to reader: [Is this a poem? Does it matter whether it is? What do you think?]
Ten Things I have Left on Planes
by Shirley Smith Franklin
My ticket
Two full size pillows
One shawl
One umbrella
Empty lunch bags, plastic, zip
One half-eaten chocolate bar
Every neck pillow I've owned
Several airline magazine contest entries, neat, complete, correct
One small notebook, with notes from the funeral of my very best friend forever
and contact information for her family
who were to tell me more about her later
My heart
and all that makes the world
so bright, so beautiful, and fair.
She loved me. And I love her still.
Note to reader: [Is this a poem? Does it matter whether it is? What do you think?]
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