For today’s prompt, write a containment poem. There are a lot of ways to contain things: Jails and prisons contain people; zoos and aquariums contain animals; and closets contain our clothes (and other “baggage”). Your poem can be about the actual container, the containment of things, or even the attempt to break free of containment. Of course, any other creative interpretation is encouraged as well.
Here’s my attempt:
“These Places We Travel”
Running through this parking lot, a woman
tries catching her bus, which is already
filled with passengers. She’ll get there in time
to be told there’s no room. “Another bus
will be here any minute.” The woman,
out of breath, will say, “Thank you,” though she won’t
think it–not until the next bus collects
her 15 minutes later and passes
the broken down bus without any room.
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