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Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Sonnet CCLIV

An anxious Andrew bashed his shopping cart around
and packed in cookies; slapped in juices, yellow, red;
then grabbed his wife’s requests and zipped the way ahead.
His enemy was Time, his watch so cruelly round,
while rushing to the checkout; seconds like wet hounds,
their fangs a-dripping. Pulling through to aisle ten,
to checkout nine, where those with items eight or less
were bound to head, he fast advanced! But turning round -

He saw the stupid crackers he forgot in haste.
He raced reverse – the party would be starting soon!
And now he had an item more – so nine – how cruel!
The hand struck three – upon his shaking, fumbling wrist –

Anxiety then melted to a laughing howl –
his watch was early – almost by a half an hour!

4 comments:

  1. Would love to hear the story behind this one!

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  2. Well...

    I was waiting in the "Express" line with my mom at the supermarket, which serves those with eight or less items. I was thinking...what would happen if we had over eight items? Would they send us away to another line? Then I thought...hey...wouldn't this make a great sonnet?!

    And a day later...

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  3. Ha! Great to get inspiration from unexpected places.

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  4. I love supermarkets!

    And I guess after 280-ish sonnets, my mind is always thinking..."How can I turn that into a sonnet??"

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A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.

I say it just
Begins to live
That day.

- Emily Dickinson

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