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Old Hum / More Mumbling

Nosaintaugustine’s July Challenge encourages us to dig deep and use personal experience as a guide when completing The Old Hum. That, I did; here it is.

Memory is a prison
A refrigerator buzz
While I make tostadas
A hum over mumbling
Mobsters on the box
A-wandering, mapless
A baroque Sicilian plot

Memory is a prison
A rusty hinged door
Swinging over the portrait
Standing on the floor
The dull whistling kettle
For instant oatmeal
The ‘dead to me’ words
Buried in a dusty tissue

Memory is a prison

Collaborative Poetry by Nosaintaugustine / Jilly

An honor to collaborate with you, my friend.

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A wild soul writing poetry & fiction while teaching high school literature, all with a camera in tow.

20 thoughts on “Old Hum / More Mumbling

  1. Heart-pulling poetry. You completed the I’m-not-sure-I-understand part of this poem, and took us out of comprehension to feeling; the real realm of memorable poetry. Nice take.

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  2. So great! Love how you matched the tone exactly and brought the sense of sound through. I’m impressed how emotionally heavy you made instant oatmeal sound, and you humanized the main character with the portrait and the tissue.

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