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According to Wikipedia, Poetry (from the Greek word poiesis, "making") is a form of literary art that uses aesthetic and often rhythmic qualities of language to evoke meanings in addition to, or in place of, literal or surface-level meanings. Thank you for reading this NL.
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Poetry Among the Mundane
If poetry is the art of seeing beneath the surface, then the everyday objects scattered through our lives are perfect subjects. A cracked coffee mug, a worn library card, a forgotten receipt; these items often slip through our lives unnoticed, yet each holds a story waiting to be told. By grounding the abstract nature of poetry in tangible things, we can unlock a world of hidden meanings and connections. In this editorial, I invite you to look again at these familiar objects and discover the poetry woven into their existence.
Cracked Coffee Mug: Fragility, Routine, and Memory
Let's consider the cracked coffee mug, the one you reach for every morning despite its imperfection. The chip is a testament to the fragility of things, reminding us that what we cherish can also break. Yet, the mug’s presence in your daily routine transforms it from a simple vessel into a keeper of memory. Each stain and scratch is a chapter: the hurried mornings, the quiet evenings, the conversations held over steaming coffee. The mug’s cracks are not flaws but the lines of a story, marking time and resilience. In its everyday role, the mug quietly echoes our own vulnerabilities, the laugh lines on our faces, and the beauty in the mundane.
Library Card: Access, Knowledge, Generational Connection
A library card, tucked inside a wallet, is more than a gateway to books; it’s a passport to worlds and ideas. The plastic surface bears the weight of countless borrowed adventures, each checkout a marker of curiosity and discovery. But a library card also carries the imprint of community and generational connection. Perhaps it’s been passed from parent to child, first found in the pocket of a grandparent’s coat, linking past and present through the shared pursuit of knowledge. It embodies the promise of access: to stories, information, and the collective wisdom of those who came before us. To hold a library card is to hold a thread that stitches together generations of seekers and learners.
Forgotten Receipt: Memory, Moments, Unfulfilled Intention
And then there is the forgotten receipt, crumpled in a coat pocket; a relic of a moment now past. It details a purchase, perhaps routine or impulsive, and evokes the memory of a specific time and place. The receipt’s faded ink is a quiet witness to intention, whether fulfilled or abandoned: the groceries meant for a new recipe, a gift bought and never given, a result of plans that shifted. In its obscurity, the receipt becomes a poem about transience, reminding us how quickly moments can slip away, leaving traces that linger long after the experience itself. It’s a small document, yet it speaks of dreams, decisions, and the ordinary magic of daily life.
Your Objects, Your Meanings
In every drawer, on every shelf, there are objects just waiting to be seen in a new way. By connecting poetry to these tangible things, we not only honor the ordinary but also invite meaning into the fabric of our days. What stories do your everyday items tell? Everyday items like the cracked mug, the library card, and the forgotten receipt are reminders that even the smallest things can hold great significance.
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A rant is something not to like;
it makes the conversation spike.
If something is beyond control,
a rant just digs an endless hole.
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The clock ticks loud, a steady beat,
like lonely drums in a quiet street.
I watch the world outside my pane,
sunlight falls, but feels like rain.
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Grandfather Frost’s life was cold and grim,
His palace made of ice and stone.
His world was always dark and dim;
He was cursed to live alone.
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Itsy bitsy spider.
Oh what breed are you?
Can we live in peace together?
Should I get a shoe?
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Your life condensed into piles.
You've left us. And in the process,
left everything behind.
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Poetry: December 03, 2025 Issue [#13476]
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