Short Shopping Bag Poems
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i make all stop
when i shop
for the holidays
my mind never fade
i just day dream
mabe i look mean
like a old hag
with my
CHRISTMAS SHOPPING BAGS
Had she looked back at me
Even for just a second ...
Our encounter might have been the stuff of tabloid frenzy.
But she left quickly a coffee in one hand,
A shopping bag in the other,
And I waited for my turn next in line.
The weather got cold. He went out on the town -
a duck bought a new jacket of down.
He made his selections. His shopping bag full -
a sheep bought a new coat of wool.
He swiveled his head. His eyes went down the rack -
a crow found only suits colored black.
snow is falling, drifting, floating down like filigree
I stand discouraged in my doorway, flower shopping bag in hand -
perhaps, a cup of chamomile by the fire, warming feet
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January 8, 2013
Poetry/Sijo/snow is falling
Copyright Protected, ID 01-448-002-08
All Rights Reserved, 2013, Constance La France
Cleo is my room mate of the feline breed.
Her brother Braveheart also lives with me.
I tossed a brown paper shopping bag onto the floor
to give Braveheart and Cleo something new to explore.
The handle of the shopping bag got caught on Cleo's hind leg.
Immediately Cleo took off and fled.
with that shopping bag chasing her all over the floor.
I still can't stop laughing. It was the funniest thing I ever saw.
Avoiding the girl-scouts
with their cookies.
I hasten out of the store.
I am too soft now to wait
for a bus
in the dead of winter.
It's a fragility, it is a lassitude,
it’s a small uncertain privilege.
Shoes laced together,
hang from power lines.
I drive by,
car windows locked.
Walking with a full shopping bag
in the dark and cold
- an old woman.
I would probably frighten her
if I offered a lift.
I drive on by.
when i got home from school
my mother was watching
oprah again
with a shopping bag
of ice on her knee
when i asked her
what happened
she said
“i dont want to talk about it”
and later i found out
she was working out
to a tae bo dvd
when her knee
popped out of her socket
and nobody was home
and she doesnt drive
and she had no friends
so she had to pop it
back into her socket
herself and she said
it was the worst day
of her life
The windows have been shut for days
So I cannot begin
To comprehend exactly how
A fly has gotten in.
The A/C’s working overtime
To counteract the heat
And though we’ve ventured out at times,
We beat a fast retreat.
It’s possible, I guess, that fly
Did hitchhike on our clothes
Or maybe in a shopping bag
Or someplace no one knows.
No matter how he made it in,
The next time he is sighted,
The swatter will be on the move,
‘Cause he was not invited!