POEM STARTER

Write a poem with the title “Opening the Cupboard”.

There are many routes that you could take in this poem. Skeletons in the closet, scenes of domestic life, a metaphor for revelation?

Opening The Cupboard

As I open the cupboard I see many things I haven’t used. Just sitting there like figures on a dusty chess board. Each waiting for someone to move them To use them in the game of life. But life is not a game Not for all And these are not figures on a chess board Each can help to extend life Each can help the body But not while they lay dormant in a cupboard. If not for me, Why not for someone else? Why do I keep these things if I’m not going to use them? Why do they lay dormant in my cupboard when others could use them? Is it because I think I will eventually use them? Is it a security blanket knowing that they are there? Or is it just another example of how my life is in chaos? Another example of my unwillingness to organize? Another reason why my life is stagnant… Like these items untouched in my cupboard. Opening up my Cupboard…gives me a glimpse of my life.
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