The prompt: Digging Up Your Digs—500 years from now, an archaeologist accidentally stumbles on the ruins of your home, long buried underground. What will she learn about early-21st-century humans by going through (what remains of) your stuff?
Tools, pictures, clothes, shoes,
too much food and too much booze.
Too many games and too much fun
for a house of only one.
A mystery why this big collector
didn’t have the proper vector
directing her away from things:
(potions, lotions, bracelets, rings)
directing to another track—
something that could love her back.
But, for the rest of the story about living alone, go here
i like this, Judy, it’s thoughtful, sharp and very relevant
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I keep expecting you to reply before I get posted, John. You are fast!!!
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cute, quirky,true and funny
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Thanks, early-riser!
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LOL! Well maybe not. Your poem has so many “other” meanings and it is fun to read and perfect for the daily prompt challenge!
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Thanks, Doran. I really appreciate your comments.
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I love this poem!
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Thanks, Reanncee. So nice of you to comment–and such a nice comment!
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