Everyday Poetry

It's Poetry Thursday again. This week's prompt was to bring poetry into the everyday - some place you wouldn't expect to find it. It reminded me of something I read in a book, of the author discovering Housman's poem "Loveliest of Trees" tacked up to a cherry tree on her university (college) campus. I also thought of a lovely poem "Low Tide, Aramoana" by New Zealand poet Cilla McQueen. If I was to read a poem at work, or pin one up, that's the one I'd pick. That's because I do accounts for a shellfish exporter, and the poem mentions cockles, and a scene very like the one where our shellfish are harvested.

But I'm not brave enough for that. So I decided to do it backwards and post a poem that brings the everyday into poetry, rather than poetry into the everyday. And what is more every day than spam? (I just checked the prompt, and there was another part, to use a phrase you hear every day in a poem. I didn't do that either). I get around 100 or so spam messages a day, and a year or two back I decided to make use of them and turn some of them into a poem. Each line is the subject line of a junk e-mail:

Spam

Here is the Incredible News
someone is interested in you
it is a world of love
this is a limited time offer

become the man that women desire
Dave did it, so can you
nail fungus is a thing of the past
passion should last forever

peel your hardboiled eggs in seconds
Spot’s got nothing on Dave
elevate mood and improve sleep
stop e-mails like this one

stir up your morning
fresh roasted gourmet coffee
the aroma will put a smile on your face
energy never tasted so good

tired of running to the Post Office?
Elvis endorses Google’s g-mail
please scan for errors by March 25
what’s Bill Gates got to do with it?

More Poetry Thursday here.