The rows of intermingled boxes line
the parallel display shelves of breakfast.
Some bright, appealing boxes' boastful claims
of flavor, fun, and noisy thrills in sweet,
delightful wrappers lacking substance past
the showy face beyond a passing high
with several cheaper copies standing by.
Dismayed by their deceptive quality,
I turn to natural and wholesome words
on boxes standing high with muted hues.
These graphics marked with healthy benefits
of vitamins and fiber. Grainy good
for wellness wrapped in dullness. Textures bland
will fail compelling change. Their draw is slight
and temporary due to lacking fit.
The smallest boxes sold in cellophane
varieties offer freedom. Choice is key
and options long desired. Commitment not
required, but fail securing favorite tastes.
Though oatmeal brings back pictures past in which
the comfort warmth on rainy, lazy days
brought peaceful calm to troubled restlessness.
Although the need for comfort may arise,
that's all plain, steamy oatmeal offers me.
I stand dissatisfied in wanton aisle
perplexed at how to choose among the flaws.
Poetry Survivor: Blank verse, trigger 37