A grocery list found in a pocket at the end of another story
some apples
some raisins
some chicken
and peas
some coffee
cigarettes
cinnamon
please
eggs and
bananas
guava juice
cream
lettuce
tomatoes
and doesn't
it seem
absurd to
be writing
a list just
for one
without
a short note
at the end
when it's done?
like, "bring me
a present."
or "hurry
back home."
"i love you."
"i miss you."
or maybe,
a poem
toothpaste
some razors
light bulbs
and oil.
chorizo
some tacos
some seafood
to broil
some soap
with a scent
reminiscent
of pine
some sugar
some cocoa
two bottles
of wine
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Author's Note
an old poem
Other stories by James Lloyd Davis
- The tenth point of possession being this... Rev2
- I fall out of love, learn not to worry, and get ready to embrace the foreign war...
- Trout Fishing in America Shorty lives on after the death of his dear friend Richard Brautigan, though sadly
- Trying to remember something else, I recall supreme and utter solitude in a far off time and place
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Hey, this is awesome, James. *
A slender thread with great density and tensile strength.
Good one!
Love the rhythm of this. And lot to read between the lines. Very skillfully done James *
I fell in love with the word "please" here. *
Thanks, everyone. Simplicity is the essence of love, whether it's present or missed.
I seem to remember this. I remember liking it before, and I still like it now. Nice work, James.
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My wife adds: "And hurry it up, asshole." *
I love this, I smiled all the way through.
I enjoyed this, James. It made me smile.
Good flow, James -
"and doesn't
it seem
absurd to
be writing
a list just
for one
without
a short note
at the end
when it's done?"
Especially like the imagery of the closing lines. *
Simple is more complex than it seems. This was an emotional piece, written in a difficult time for me, but when I read it again, the feel of it was so much different than it seemed when I wrote it.
Thanks everyone.
I'm a sucker for a rhyme.
Love how this all comes together. *
Thanks, Steven and Christian.
A very moving piece, very well written. Sad. *
Love lists, I love rhymes too, especially when the resulting poem is less like a waterfall and more like a sharp stick to pick up a grain that one sees on the ground, a piece of matter that wanted to be found.
and one more thing...
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Thank you, Foster, Marcus, Rene.
I always like to add luck to my grocery list. :)
Nice. Love the devolve into rhyme.
First poetry I've read by you, James. I think you should write some more. It's really good.
Coolio. Bring me a present. Reminds me of being a kid, waiting.
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I love this one. It has an internal rhyme as well...It could be a song.
Excellent. I just tweeted this.
James, this reminds me with a nudge, how we tend to dismiss the beauty of the ordinary and everyday...and for some reason brings dear henry M to mind. It's deceptively touching. 'Nice' one; (more than)
Thank you, Amantine... and it is personal, triggered by recollections in that vein.