Older and Wiser
Closet. Buffet. Vault. Wardrobe. Repository. Sideboard. Ambry. Bin. Locker.
No matter what you call it, I don’t use it.
I don’t hang up my clothes.
My whole life I’ve been a piler.
No matter what my mother said or did,
I made a pile in my room.
When I got married, I got the big closet in the bedroom
and I made a pile on the floor.
I am older now.
I know better.
I am wise.
And I have respect for the other person in the house.
Now I use a laundry basket.
One for clean clothes and one for dirty.
Closet. Buffet. Vault. Wardrobe. Repository. Sideboard. Ambry. Bin. Locker. Laundry basket.
There.
That’s better.
…..
The painting is not complete. I’ll finish it in the next week or so. But all twelve poems are contained. It has been such fun. Good luck to all you 24ers out there!
Your poem made me smile. Thank you.
This one is fun and your painting is brilliant! (My artist friend who does multi-media will love to see that!)
I really liked your poem’s voice, especially the almost repeated list section, and the last line that brings the speaker to a satisfied ending, whatever the progress made to be older, wiser! It works really nicely
What a beautiful idea – putting your poems in your painting.