For What It's Worth

Pulling change from

my pocket

the quarters, nickels, 

and dimes

accidently

                f

                e

                l

                l

like

metallic hail

scattering 

on the bedroom floor.

Looking down, 

I thought of

frightened

chaotic cats

in an earthquake

that sprint and

dash

in various 

directions.

When the change finally

settled and

calmed down

I scooted

them up

and gently held them.

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

These days we think of coins differently than we did decades ago.. they seemed worthy of buying something then...now they are almost worthless with inflation and all...so if they drop on the floor now, we can laugh about it, and perhaps make a design out of them.....sweet poem
Warmly, B

[Relic]

Haha, thank you, Betty. :)

[Betty Hermelee]

a pleasure,
Warmly, B

[Kelly Scheppers]

I adore the way you concluded this...scooting the cats up and holding them. Yes, they have a habit of dashing in various directions as you well have noted. You should see how chaotic mine get on the 4th of July!

[Relic]

The animals around my block hide and are very shaken by the noise. I talk to their owners.

I don't normally say anything about interpretations, but in my mind, I compared the scooping up of the change, to cats. haha. But hey, it doesn't mean you were wrong entirely. :))))

[Relic]

I changed the line to make it more understandable. Thanks for your comment, Kelly.

[Kelly Scheppers]

My pleasure, my friend!

[Mystical Ink]

Your poem paints a vivid picture of a simple yet chaotic moment, transforming the act of dropping change into a scene filled with movement and sound. The comparison to frightened cats in an earthquake adds a layer of unexpected imagery, vividly depicting the scattered quarters, nickels, and dimes as they clatter and scatter across the bedroom floor.

The imagery of the change settling down, much like the cats finding calm after chaos, brings a sense of resolution and quiet to the scene. The act of scooping up the coins and gently holding them reflects a tender moment of connection with the objects that caused the initial flurry. Through your words, you capture the fleeting nature of chaos and the gentle touch of human interaction with the everyday. Thank you for sharing this evocative and relatable moment.

[Relic]

Thank you for your comment, High Priestess.

[Fia Naturie]

Well Done. chaotic cats, nice imagery

[Relic]

Thank you, Fia. :)

[Silmara McGarry]

It is amazing how many objects can have it's own mind if we pay enough attention to it! Very well thought provoking words!
Very well done also 👏🏻

[Relic]

I appreciate your comment, Sil, thank you. :)

[John the Baptist]

It has come to my attention that some objects, thought to be inanimate, seem to have an intelligence of their own when subjected to the force of gravity. Blueberries seem to know the exact spot to land under the kitchen table where retrieval is most difficult.

[Relic]

hahahah, you're so right John. I've experienced that myself in the kitchen and one time in the supermarket. Thanks for the enjoyable comment. :)

[Thomas W Case]

Tremendous work. I can picture the scene. You make it come to life.

[Relic]

Thank you, Thomas. :)

[Marie]

I love the layout of this superbly penned poem and how drip the word fell down the page to denote the coins falling down. Brilliant! I can only imagine the earth shattering noise the coins made as they dropped on the timber floor and love how you compare the loud sound of the coins on contact with the floor, to an earthquake and compare the coins to little frightened cats! An inspired comparison! Excellent play with words, dear R! Wonderful work! Loved reading and thank you for sharing. Wishing you a very lovely day to enjoy!

[Relic]

Thank you so much for your thoughts, Marie. :)

[Marie]

Most welcome, R... :)

[AYVID N]

"frightened
chaotic cats
in an earthquake
that sprint and
dash"

A great visualizing treat for me as I see those coins, big and small, roll and run away like tiny metal kittens, to go and settle in obscure places. The last line was so good to read. I love this poem as it made me feel that there's poetry to be found in every living moment. Amazing wordplay with 'Fell'.

[Relic]

Thank you, Divya. Much appreciated. :)

[Poetic Beauty]

Change falling from the pockets onto the floor is a pain in the rump to pick up. I’ve done it a time or two and the roll in multiple directions. Typically under the dresser or bed where it is less than pleasant to chase and round them up. They are like wayward bunnies.

[Relic]

haha, they aren't they. Thanks for the read, PB. :)

[Poetic Beauty]

You are most welcome. This poem gave me a smile