Good Customer? -- Work in progress

 

 



Day I remember, Macy's bag in hand

I went to the mall, present there to buy 

Object of my search nonchalantly passed

I didn't recognize a soul around

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I had started this in hopes of a later poem.  The copied flyer was a part of Victoria Secret's Christmas Special.  I did buy Mrs. Jim a pair of pretty red checked PJ's for Christmas, then saved this one.  But then I didn't go back to use the free panty offer's coupon.

Mainly I'm not sure of where I'm going with it.  Secondly, I ran out of time the day I started.  Although it is based on a true experience, there will be additional information that may not necessarily be true.

Perhaps I should return to Victoria's and watch the men who came in, see how they act, what they do, and how they were treated.  When I came in I was treated very nicely with the clerk giving me some very useful suggestions.  But I did end up with the red PJ's shown in the flyer.

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Photo, poem, and explanation copyright, Jimmiehov 2014, all rights reserved

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Today I am linked in with Isadora Gruye at (Real Toads, Poems in Progress)(Link)

 

She said this for instructions: "...I am talking about poems that end mid sentence.  Perhaps the ones you started with a wowza first stanza, but then it just unraveled and fell flat.  The poems you think about once in a while with a twinge of guilt for leaving them unfinished...Those poems, I want them. ..."

"AND NOW FOR YOUR CHALLENGE--When posting your poem in progress, leave very specific instructions about where you are stuck, and let us know what you want feedback on.  Maybe even why you stopped writing or what you don’t like about what you have so far.

We toads will respond in kind with our feedback and thoughts to help you finish the poem (huzzah!)."

Flash Fiction 55 -- Little Grey Squirrel -- Open Link Monday

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Little Grey Squirrel, Stopped 
 

Little grey Squirrel, stopped on my back porch

He wants to see what he can see from there
 

Was a brown dog out back, ready to bark

I know he'd like to chase me up his tree
 

Where's the calico kitten's milk today

She always shares her milk with me, my friend

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Photo and poem copyright, Jimmiehov 2014, all rights reserved

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Today I am liked with Fireblossom at the Real Toads, Flash Fiction 55 (Link)

She said this for instructions: "...write a poem or a piece of flash fiction in exactly fifty-five words, no more, no less. Any subject; children, shoes, nervous breakdowns, whatever..."

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Update:  Linked in again with Magaly (Real Toads Open Link Monday)(Link)