Morning Chore

Posted in triolet by maggie on 2012/02/06


So, I'll do the trash out to the street.
Except some of this stuff wants not getting thrown,
though it's clutter now, and some rotting meat,
so I'll do the trash out to the street.
I'll do it, I've got me socks on my feet,
and you're not yet dressed. Besides, it's my own,
so I'll do the trash out to the street,
except some of this stuff wants not getting thrown.

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  1. sarachnid said, on 2012/02/06 at 07:40

    Not me, not me! Please don’t take me out to the street, not yet!

    • maggie said, on 2012/02/06 at 07:51

      Silly silly. A friend never considers a friend waste, no matter what.

      I’ve just been clearing out the rat’s nest of some of my old notes. There are some half-finished poems on most every scrap page – that’s my “rotting meat” – but nothing meaningful’s going out to the curb.

      Back to sleep, you. Rest. I’ve got all the morning chores covered.

      • macheide said, on 2012/02/06 at 09:52

        From what I’ve seen of your “old notes” and your “rotting meat,” don’t be too surprised to catch me dumpster diving before your trash truck gets to your street.

        • macheide said, on 2012/02/06 at 10:18

          P.S. and anyway, excuse me for saying so, but anytime I’ve heard a woman saying “I’ll take the trash out” three times in one breath, it’s a pretty safe bet that the man’s way past the point of being in trouble for not having already done so last night.

          • maggie said, on 2012/02/06 at 10:24

            *chuckle* Quite so. So, the triolet makes a tight little form for doing a nag poem, wouldn’t you say? I’ll maybe have to write a whole series of nag triolets to have ready for when D gets home.

        • maggie said, on 2012/02/06 at 10:26

          I’ll trade you, ten pages of my scrap notes for every “lost” page of Nancy’s you still have on those old flash drives.

      • clarioretenebris said, on 2012/02/06 at 10:03

        True, your “waste” tag is a dead giveaway.

        But with the echo of the line your sidebar quotes from your Sonnet 1 ringing like tinnitus in my head, I have to wonder: are words not also your friends? It saddens me to think you feel any single one of yours has ever been or could ever be waste.

        • maggie said, on 2012/02/06 at 10:45

          Don’t get me wrong, I do take every single word quite seriously. More than a friend, even more than a lover, a word is almost a child to me. Precious no matter what they grow up to be.

          It’s just that none of this clutter and dead meat taken out to the trash ever quite made it far enough to be that to me. Like the quote you point to.

          I think maybe the line I would draw would be at what gets shared versus what could never have been shared. Like the tree in the forest thing. Any word I have ever shared with any other person – whether official or clinical or casual, whether with a friend or lover versus even with the worst of my enemies – not a single one of those words has ever been waste, no matter what happens. Any word that is shared is given birth, breath, love. These words that I’ve thrown are like they were stillborn – those are the “lives thrown” meant in my sidebar quote (although at the time written, my reference was to stillborn lives left unbirthed by my friend’s premature death, rather than predicting another whose would touch me more cruelly). So anyway, no big deal about the words I am tossing out – none of them have ever been shared with anyone, so can properly be characterized as waste.

          God, people! It was just a simple little triolet! I’m not even that happy with it, truth be told.

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