This week let’s write a dry goods poem. I’d heard that term all my life but never really understood what was a dry good and what wasn’t until researching this prompt. Even though dry goods won’t spoil, post your poem promptly in the comments below.
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Monday Poetry Prompt: Dry Goods
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Posted by crazy4yarn2 | June 9, 2025, 12:34 PMLove the image you combined with. Great work. Thanks for sharing, Nolcha!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | June 9, 2025, 8:13 PMOld doors talk of gossip
overheard over a 100 years ago
with creaks and dirt and blood
the floor answers back
lessons learned from back in ‘18
when Roald came back from France
earlier than his classmates
whiffs of Naphthalene and Carbon Tet
tales of White Phosphorus and the harvest
lingered in the air before the service
I walked over past the ammo
(deer season months away)
fishing nets, onion sets, lobster traps
toward a rack of old new clothes
“Might as well have the best.”
Green and Black, $24.99 on
the crinkled yellow-brown price tag
I take this lost remnant of that world
of our world, of my world
in my arms, toward to register
It comes home with me
and like the doors
it tells me tales
in complete silence
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Posted by Chris Clarke | June 9, 2025, 7:32 PMLovely, especially the last stanza. Well done, Chris!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | June 9, 2025, 8:20 PM