In praise of
The prepositional variety
Of those that screw on, pop off,
Seal up, keep in
And shut out
As well as those that
Require tools to remove
Whether bendable or breakable
Hinged or unhinged
Hard as roofs for the dead
Soft as tents for pies
Sturdy as helmets for pots
Or merely heaps of pot
Atop the heads of rich and poor —
Who need to be warm
Or want to be cool
Mighty eye shutters
Doors to dreams both night and day
Locking you inside nightmares
Opening up to set you free
Blink and wink makers
Whipping your forty lashes or more
Pandora’s temptation
Flipping open angry and crazy
Keepers of secrets
Stoppers of talk
Everywhere you look or don’t
Lids, lids, lids
In praise of
Photos: Commode lid Orange lid White coffin Eye Hinged chest Decorative Lid
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What a creative and original idea! And gorgeous lids.
Thanks, chlost. Glad you liked it.
So clever.
Many thanks.
I can think of one other, though not nearly as beautiful as your collection……the lid that men too often forget to put back in its place 🙂
In the old days when people used chamber pots, I think everyone put the lid down/on. That’s a commode lid in the first picture. 🙂
I love your poem… and lids too… always keep one on top of my head.
Lids are everywhere. On occasions I wear a lid; on other occasions I flip my lid.
“…Who need to be warm. Or want to be cool.” I love it, and that is so true.
Oh yeah, and I liked the somewhat antiquated, marijuana reference as well..
Once upon a long time ago people smoked their lids.
Maybe if they did today fewer of them would be flipping their lids.
My father-in-law had an antique “necessary” with a beautiful wooden case. It looked like a drum table and he snickered each time guests thought it was just an end table beside the couch. I’m so glad it had a lid!
I love that euphemism, the necessary. Your father-in-law must have gotten many good laughs out of his.
You have but a lot of thought into lids, and so I wanted to send you another very excellent use of lids (from Erma Bombeck: “Phrases and their actual meanings: “My teacher has never liked me.” Expect a phone call before lunch from the teacher informing you that your child has been launching hot dogs by compressing them inside a small Thermos and then removing the lid quickly.”
I would have never thought to use a thermos like that. 🙂 Thanks.
love the last three lines. quite artistic. clever… yeah, life and lids – fancy ones, too. 🙂
We couldn’t live without those lids, could we.
nah, verily so. sometimes, sadly so… but there are times when we dream to uncover or uncover the dreams, ahaha. hello, ms. yearstricken… 🙂