Short Duffel Poems
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Have you seen Ms.Cynthia Morris' moose
Who has eaten Ms. Kim Patricia’s goose?
She laid a golden egg
In my red duffel bag
While I was running for the loo bowels loose
(Nonsense/Limerick)
Anna fell in love with a Pterodactyl
They pecked and petted in a reflex tactile
She laid a big egg
In my duffel bag
And I found my grandson in a projectile
Memories Mirrored
by Odin Roark
A Boy Scout essential
The polished metal card mirror
The unbreakable monitor
Made to master Morse code
Used to measure wanna-be whiskers
And such
So it went
From puberty to manhood
Hall locker
To gym locker
Toiletry bag
To duffel bag
Afghan's mountain-dead
To triage hospital bed
Wrapped eyes needed little
Of the metal card mirror now
As blindness tearfully engaged
The enslavement of memory
Moving Won’t Matter
Written: by Tom Wright
3/3/2018
A wise man once told me “moving won’t matter”,
Your troubles will forever hitch a ride with you.
Trouble’s, are like seed, that winds will scatter,
And the passing of time sees them quickly accrue.
In mind’s duffel, troubles repose in disguise,
Leaving them behind only becomes an illusion.
That they resurface should be no surprise,
And your resident state will be named confusion.
He had a duffel coat once,
so did she. They must have looked
well-matched
walking in Regents Park
that Autumn.
In time
the coat shop on Oxford Street
died of old age.
Duffel went out of style.
They wore them still.
One day
her duffel was neatly folded,
into a labeled, cardboard box.
His coat developed Alzheimer’s
in a tumble-down closet.
When they unhooked from each other,
he packed only empty pockets,
and a small bundled
of toggles and loops.
And in the darkness
as I await the dawn
to take up my duffel
and beyond my way
possessions few
my load light
burdens cast aside
things I no longer need
on swells slow
beneath seagulls glide
breeze through the riggings
in freshening air
I know not where
the course shall go
what distant shores
for me await
nor does it matter
to begin the new
where I may be
in the new day
the future calls me
I know not where
but I must travel
and go away