The Jar

 Jenny Armitage

Jenny Armitage

On the shelf in his shop
he kept jars of old screws
fasteners as from a loose seat
on chairs he no longer owned
nails bent at their first use
on hemlock hard as rock

He always liked to say
Once the nail’s been bent
it will always bend right there
no matter how you hammer it
like a man who has a drink
or woman who tells a lie

Still he always kept them
preferred those old words
to the new ones from a book
certain that one day he’d find
a sentence where they’d fit
He’d say what he meant

“Keep a journal . . .
The journal is your practice room & root cellar.” ~ Scott Russell Sanders


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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2 Responses to The Jar

  1. stunning simplicity


  2. Maureen says:

    sounds like my Rod – all those jars of old things in the garage. Brilliant


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