Once, my son found a "help wanted" ad:
Remove nest of baby copperheads
from under porch. Will pay $20.
I always wondered if anyone was desperate enough to answer. I mean, come on---they're BABY copperheads, right?
That's the thing about classifieds. They suggest (perhaps willfully) that if only you answer them, the full story will be revealed. More likely, the truth is that if you answer the ad, you become part of the story, too.
I think the same give and take applies to poetry. Which is good, because this month, the Poetry Sisters are playing with haiku/senryu in the form of classified ads. I wrote several because I couldn't help myself.
WANTED: rain, heavy
Must pelt/soak; no peevish squalls
Will pay in fresh corn.
LOST: my perspective
No reward; meet me for cake
mountains>molehills>crumbs.
FREE: to a good home:
One book, never read, but loved.
#coverseducedme
POETS: Start today;
word your way up; could capture
moon in fifty years.
----all poems by Sara Lewis Holmes (all rights reserved)
See what's LOST/FOUND/WANTED/FOR SALE from my Poetry Sisters here: Liz, Tanita, Tricia, Laura, Kelly, Andi.
Poetry Friday is hosted today by Tabatha at The Opposite of Indifference.
