Friday, December 07, 2018

List poem

This month my poetry sisters writing group and I are creating list poems. It seems like a good choice for December, what with checking all the lists for gifts, and books, and end of the year things. I have been toying with list poems in my head all month. Here's one of mine, somewhat based on possible reality (any resemblance to real people's laundry is purely coincidence, I'm sure).  The Poetry Sisters challenge was to include at least two of these words: paper, stars, messages, promises, dirt, flour, rum, hope.

In the Laundry Room

Emptying his pockets
in the size 14 joggers:

ear buds, tangled
half a tiny flash light
    (where'd the batteries go?)
candy wrappers
a gamer stylus
Mario Cart DS game cartridge
three dirty pennies
his morning meds
crumbled up paper dated 3 days ago
     with two messages from his teacher:
       "Please call me."
        " It's important."

                              -Andromeda Jazmon

Please visit my Poetry Sisters' blogs to see their fun and amazing list poems today:

Laura Purdie Salas
Liz Garton Scanlon
Tanita S. Davis
Sara Lewis Holmes
Kelly Ramsdell
Trisha Stohr Hunt

 And then visit the Friday Poetry Round up at Elizabeth Steinglass. Enjoy!


laurasalas said...

Oh, boy. This took me back, Andi. And it's funny, because before I wrote my locker poem, backpack briefly entered my mind, too. Your ending, with the notes--my mom heart just clenched, remembering ALL the similar notes and calls from school. Whew. I dreaded every single one of them.

author amok said...

This poem broke my heart. When I teach list poems, we talk about the power of placement -- being intentional with which item on the list goes where in the poem. Your poem models that so well.

tanita✿davis said...

Oh, oops. I see he's as great at taking morning meds as I am. I find out, some days at 5 pm, that they're still sitting on the sink. A pocket is... an improvement? An intention?

Meanwhile, the words "it's important" are often, for kids, a matter of opinion...

Liz Steinglass said...

Oh this one leaves me with such a strong feeling. They teeter between childhood and adulthood for such a long time.

laurasalas said...

Can't believe it was pockets and I somehow got backpack out of it. Oh, well, I love it despite my lame misreading of details:>)

Mary Lee said...

All of the very specific tiny details in a list poem speak such volumes!

Ruth said...

So poignant!

Sara said...

Hahaha. YES. This is clever, Andi, and what a perfect ending.

Tricia said...

I don't know if you're seeing these comments or not, but I adore this poem. It's amazing what you can find in a boy's pockets. A few months ago we cleaned out the drain trap in the washer, and I know the pencil, change, paper clips, and other small items had to have come from the boy failing to check his clothes. Thank you for this lovely poem.