Doctor’s office
The fern in the corner is plastic
They couldn’t afford silk?
There is nothing refreshing about it
There is a candy jar
The old guy has been up there six times
I know because he brings the wrapper to me
I am sitting next to the wastepaper basket
That fern is disturbing
Anything that ugly should not be shared
I would be doing them a solid
If I put it into the wastepaper basket with these wrappers
Categories:
wastepaper, satire,
Form: Free verse
Drenched in the downpour
of past tense emotions,
seeing the future
is part of the dream
Lost in the middle,
the leftover mentions,
chasing the wind
with a full head of steam
Why did it end,
once I found the beginning,
how can I wait
when the truth has been told
Questions survive
throughout yesterday's shadows,
losing my way
without someone to hold
~
Butterflies bloom
in the pit of my belly,
clenching my fists,
like it matters at all
Banging my head,
metaphorically speaking,
seeking the pain of that
prodigal wall
I should accept
every gift I've been given,
lifting the bows
from the wastepaper bin
Yet here I am
with my weaknesses showing,
waiting to feel
the rejection again
Categories:
wastepaper, feelings,
Form: Rhyme
I evacuate
sitting on a throne
of waste…
till something live
emerges – taking
inspiration, wherever
it comes from…
the writer strains
filling bowls
and wastepaper baskets
inspiration navigating
internals and beyond
I am a Literary Proctologist
claiming from recycles
deciphering bottomless spirit scents
Categories:
wastepaper, humorous, imagination, inspirational, introspection,
Form: Free verse
Wearisome weatherman
Wears watertight wedgies
With wide well-worn webbing
When wading wherever
Warming water washes
Waterborne wastepaper
Wandering whereabouts.
FOURTH PLACE WINNER
Written May 9, 2021
for "Pleiades "W" Contest"
sponsored by Kim Merryman
7 lines with 6 syllables each checked by HMS.
Categories:
wastepaper, humor, water,
Form: Verse
A barrel of oink is a snout snaffling. Order of pig sect of oink. In a pink summersaulting cartwheeling ham chunk. Wee wee weeeee. Rolling. Hilltop. Hollybush road. Rhododendron. Raid bit trade. Road not noted. To be seen is to chippy tea and biscuits and caked bacon chop. Large amounts of stew. Hahahaha and now a fish earring. Hahahaha and a wastepaper basket with ten arms and twenty legs. Attempting the javelin. Oh how great. Fantastic. Such array. Magnitude. Fortitude questioned whether it is a village? Hahahaha rapid trend annual annuls **** analogues. No hahahaha to that toothpick asylum. Nor grin. Pitter patter then. Thoroughbreds' leaving now so goodbye. Gooseherds' and gooseheads with lemon sauce drip. Pachydermia. Xzx
Categories:
wastepaper, adventure, anniversary, appreciation,
Form: I do not know?
The book lies open
discarded notes
framing the corner
your room so quaint
pictures hang
askew!
You carefully smile
avoiding
guarding
You have learned to guard
a wastepaper basket
full of nothing, so you say
wrinkled corners peak
over the edge
You silently wring your hands
trying to hide
To hide what?
Who you are?
Where you came from?
Your gut wrenching love
spills, your fevered mumblings
You stare at the basket
then turn away
It’s just not good!
Just not good enough
How can you be so sure
if you hide
and, don’t tell the world
Don’t let go!
Don’t ever let go!
Your conscience screams
Your cupboards full
of empty corners
Your fridge unexplored
Your hands cold
And your unwaning love
begging from an impatient
metal Bin
Where perhaps, rejection sits?
Categories:
wastepaper, life,
Form: Free verse
Blank sheet. Empty head.
Ideas not forthcoming.
Wastepaper bin full
Categories:
wastepaper, work,
Form: Haiku