Sunday, June 12, 2011

What's the Use (Poem)

Rob Hanson, They Never Call
© Rob Hanson Used With Permission

What's the Use

Put aside,
shelved, abandoned, old
gives way. Hands-
free now, we
forget how touching excites
more than memory.

© 2011 Maureen E. Doallas


I offer  this poem, in Shadorma form (six lines following the 3-5-3-3-7-5 syllabic pattern), for today's One Shoot Sunday event at One Stop Poetry, where you'll find the second of a two-part interview with North Carolina photographer Rob Hanson. Read Part 1. After reading the interview and viewing more of Hanson's photos, scroll down the page for instructions on how to contribute an original poem or piece of flash fiction to today's challenge, which uses the image shown above.


Sean Vessey said...

Great Shadorma! "Touching excites more than memory" - so true. Thank you for sharing.

Glynn said...

Like the double meaning here. Good one, Maureen.

Brian Miller said...

reach out and touch someone had a whole different meaning once...nice write maureen. i hear good things about your book.

Imperfectly_Leah_Too said...

I like that it's short to the point and a great read. #wanttolearn thanks for the info at the bottom.

Imperfectly_Leah_Too said...

sad we have forgotten.

Patricia said...

Gives 'hands on' experience a whole new meaning. I loved the feel of winding that crank at my grandma's house.

Louise Gallagher said...

Fabulous --love this

Ann Grenier said...

I have come to love the shadorma form. You have touched the essence of the lost artifact here. Lovely poem.