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#14 - everything old is still old
by Linda FullerWhen I dial 1-800-GOTCLICHÉS?
I get a busy signal. Seems that everyone’s
garage or den is piled high with these
ubiquitous white elephants.
Twenty minutes later, after hitting
redial till my finger tingles
I’m directed by voice activated system
to put my overused clichés at curbside
where the 1-800-GOTCLICHÉS? crew members
will remove them, take them to a dumpsite,
leaving me with rooms of deathless prose
and poetry in motion.
01/14/2011 Author's Note: Poem-a-Day January 2011 #14
Is it February yet?
Posted on 01/15/2011
Copyright © 2024 Linda Fuller
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 01/15/11 at 01:50 AM This garbage crew is impressive. Thanks for the snapshot! |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 01/15/11 at 01:53 AM p.s. oh yea. It's February in your words. Happy Valentines Day to you and me.... awesome. just awesome. |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 01/15/11 at 02:02 AM This poem represents my worst nightmare, but that doesn't stop me from giving it the top ratings it deserves (IMHO).....i LOVE this, Linda, and I hope it makes it to the top ten... |
| Posted by Paul Lastovica on 01/15/11 at 03:58 AM i'll go dumpsite digging for the gold tossed out with the garbage |
| Posted by Colleen Sperry on 01/15/11 at 12:55 PM enjoyed this.. keep it going.. you are half way there |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/15/11 at 11:18 PM Getting there. Loved this. |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 01/18/11 at 01:51 PM I like the originality of the phone numbers and the imagery of the "garbage crew". Great piece! |
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