I am a huge believer in lists. I make them constantly. At the moment I have lists of subscriptions that still need moving over to the new address, people to invite to the wedding, chapters that need writing, books that need reading, jobs to do around the house and things I really need to buy from the supermarket or I won’t have any lunch tomorrow!
Oooo… the chip shop is next to the supermarket and if I leave before seven I can have chips for tea… sorry tangent.
As I was saying, I’m a huge believer in lists and I use them a lot. They help to keep me on track – somewhat. So, as today’s discovery prompt combined two loves, lists and poetry – [almost wrote chips there, I’ve apparently got them on the brain now] I decided to have a crack at writing a list poem.
It’s a little outside my normal style, but hey! It’s a discovery challenge. [Also, list now looks like it’s spelt completely wrong whenever I re-read this post. I’ve written it way too many times.]
My List Of Lists
There are lists tacked to every wall in this house:
-if it’s empty load it
-if it’s full switch in on
-if it’s dry empty it
– if it’s running – leave it ALONE!
– Check the sink – the man likes to hide stuff there.
They keep me tethered, lifelines for a sieve more like a memory or a memory more like a sieve… one or the other.
Feed the fish.
– Check other hasn’t fed the fish
-Feed the fish or leave fish alone depending on other’s answer
-Check on the shrimp
-Don’t trust his beady eyes.
They keep things moving along the right lines, the right tracks. Tick box footsteps.
WHY ARE YOU NOT WRITING!!!!
They are in every pocket, ever bra strap, every drawer and alcove.
-Sort into colours
-admire your sorting skills
-eventually move to washing machine
-shift piles around floor to make it look less
-finish a week later than intended
-start fresh batch
They are always incomplete.