Friday, July 11, 2008

Loose Change

[Tricia at The Miss Rumphius Effect challenged us this week to write a poem with the phrase "loose change." I had several thoughts, but this is the one that got finished first.]


Loose Change

I pluck the dark pennies
from the bright silver on the table.
I examine the artwork on each
and save the old
ones with wheat sheaves,
in black plastic film canisters
in a desk drawer,
dimly echoing Dad's pastimes
of numismatics and photography,
but his favorite coins are framed
and hang on the wall in the light.



6 comments:

gautami tripathy said...

I totally relate with this. I got my dad's collection.

tears trickle slowly

A Mitch said...

I like your dark and light contrasts in your poem. Coins can be shiny and dull. Very Clever!

sister AE said...

Hi, Gautami. I knew you'd get this. I'll be over to read yours soon.

Hello, A Mitch. Glad you like this. Thanks.

Crafty Green Poet said...

I like this very much, I have a small collection of coins from various countries I've visited

Andy Sewina said...

I love this, (I'm like that with old coins too). And so well told!

sister AE said...

Hi, Juliet. Thanks.

Hello, Andy. I'm glad you like it.