I’ve recently read a couple stories that gave me some inspiration for today’s blog post.
The Things They Carried, a novel by Tim O’Brien, catalogs things that a group of soldiers carried in the Vietnam war. Along with the many physical things listed, the narrator also lists many ambiguous and symbolic items.
“Jimmy Cross carried a compass, maps, code books, binoculars, and a .45-caliber pistol that weighed 2.9 pounds fully loaded. He carried a strobe light and the responsibility for the lives of his men.”
Another story I read recently is A Piece of Chalk by G.K. Chesterton. It has a brief part that describes the narrator’s desire to write a book based on the things he carries in his pocket.
“I put the brown paper in my pocket along with the chalks, and possibly other things. I suppose every one must have reflected how primeval and how poetical are the things that one carries in one's pocket; the pocket-knife, for instance, the type of all human tools, the infant of the sword. Once I planned to write a book of poems entirely about things in my pockets. But I found it would be too long; and the age of the great epics is past.”
Between these two stories, I decided to take an inventory of things I carry in my purse. The things a girl carries in her purse are very personal and can say a lot. They are the things that, that woman feels are important enough to have with her everyday. What kind of ‘poetical’ things will it say about me? So, here is a picture of the things I carry in my purse followed by a poem.
My Purse.
My Life.
My World.
A planner and pen
to organize
to write
to plan
to create
A bottle to hydrate
A protein bar to nourish
A pain killer to relieve
A sunglass to protect
A lotion to moisturize
A Burt’s Bees to soothe
An Altoids hiding my Tums to alleviate
The pangs in my pregnant body
A Wallet to spend
A Wallet to remember
A Wallet to buy
A Wallet to reminisce
To spend, to buy, to see the temple
To remember, to reminisce dates with my love
My keys. Unlock and lock my world.
My World:
My Day
My Health
My Life:
My Livelihood
My Husband
My Purse.
Fun post and great poem! It is amazing what the things in our purse can say about us. I feel like I know you now!
ReplyDeleteYes, nice way of personalizing poetry. We men don't have purses, and so we lack this resource for poetry. Our lives are less.
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