today @ #dversepoetrypub we are waxing lyrically about newspaper.
only one wat to go for me back to the Monday evenings of my early teenage years delivering the local rag.

Paper round.
#poetry, #dversepoetspub,
#childhood,
Monday, bloody Monday,
Legs aching, mind reeling,
School bags haphazardly dumped,
Uniform into the wash, calls mum,
Out to face the weather with numb fingers.
Monday evening blues,
Legs aching, heart sinking,
Paper round bags collected,
Walking shoes rubbing,
Out to face the grumpy old gits with barking dogs.
Monday evening niggles,
Legs aching, belly grumbling,
Paper bag empty and returned,
First wages burning holes in pocket,
Newspaper print, all over hands.
Monday evening joy,
Wash them hands! dinners waiting,
Siblings crashing in from their evening rounds,
Homework before bath, before warmth of bed,
Home to face the crazy and the love of my family.
© 21/01/2025 rog leach
tough but toughening as the poem captures so well
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Heavy with a nostalgia that captures…great tone and wonderful finish, a verse that echoes in memory.
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Cheers
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What a lovely nostalgic perspective, the paper rounds what a time that was, when the paper was hurled to your door. Love it!
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In England we did not throw them every one was posted
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Oh wow, I didn’t know that, we still have some papers thrown now but usually the local, and advertising that is hurled from a car window.
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Well done. A very creative take on the newspaper!
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Just like the existence of newspaper it feels like a long time ago.
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Rog, I was hoping someone would write about the paper boys and you really captured how it was! Wonderful.
I also enjoyed your cut and paste poem.
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Thank you
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My pleasure.
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I love the evolution of the Monday emotions revolving around the paper route … and I really, really appreciate the David Bowie-inspired cut and paste poem. Still hearing “Rebel Rebel” in my mind and thinking of what an iconoclast he was. You brought a lot to this poetry party today!
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the way a good mesl can cure a crazy day.
Nice one, Rog.
much♡love
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Cheers
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So good, Rog, picture-perfec descriptions so I can see it all in my mind’s eye.
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Thank y
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