Remember when receiving
mail was fun?
Funk mail
What does it mean to
really live?
Unhearing voices may misgive
The sleight of hand
that rips the mail,
Thus opening a paper
trail.
Unfolded feelings
bring discoveries to screen.
Is it a wonder we must know, “What does it
mean?”
Whodunit now? We cast
about.
We point our fingers,
dealing doubt.
The buck is passed,
the bill unpaid.
The game of blame is
poorly played.
Suspicions grow, all
alibis to disavow.
And to a man we have
to ask: Whodunit now?
c2016 by Linda Ann Nickerson
This poem was posted in response to these prompts:
31
Days of Poetry and Writing: What does it mean to really live? (10)
31
Writing Prompts: Write about a magic show or a magic trick. (11)
Five-Minute
Friday: “mail”
Meme
Express: “hearing voices”
OctPoWriMo:
“unfolded” – with “opening,” “event,” “feelings,” “paper,” and “discoveries” –
WRAPPED REFRAIN POEM (10)
Six Word
Saturday: See subtitle.
Stream
of Consciousness Saturday: “screen”
#OctPoWriMo
Image/s:
Adapted from public domain image –
NY mailman, 1896, public domain
31 Days logo – created by this user,
including public domain artwork.
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