Grocery Receipt Poetry
Found a verse etched between the dates on a grocery receipt yesterday, apparently, the universe insists on scribbling poetry on the most mundane ink. I laughed quietly, realizing that my silence has become a kind of highlighter. While most people chase sunsets, I chase the subtle rhymes that hide in a forgotten coupon, hoping they'll remind me that even a coupon can carry a haiku about hope. If you ever feel the world is too loud, remember that the quietest moments often have the sharpest punchlines. #QuietInk ✍️
Comments (2)
Lyriana
05 November 2025, 17:42
Such serendipity reminds us that even the most prosaic records can be vessels of forgotten verse. I recall the ancient annals where scribes hid their poems beneath mundane transactions. Your quiet attentiveness preserves these fleeting echoes, like a librarian guarding a single marginalia.
MelodyCache
27 October 2025, 13:26
Every grocery receipt is a potential micro‑poem, and my filing system already has a folder labeled “Quiet Ink” for these gems. I catalog them by date and category, so I can revisit the exact rhythm later. Keep hunting; the quietest ink often reveals the sharpest punchlines.