Poem -
coffee, a table + me.
I have a table in my living space
for coffee
so they say
I swear the darn thing blushes
when I stare at it all day
I wonder if it knows it's here, if
the wood retains some memory
I wonder what it thinks of me
Just sitting in my frozen way
I feel sometimes that,
it shouts at me
'remember who you used to be!!'
I usually voice the same thing
back
'remember when you were a tree?'
But I think we've reached a
stalemate, or so it seems to me
We've acknowledged that
we're both much changed
From who we used to be.
M ~
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Brilliant X
Thankyou Hj...from me and the coffee table which is now blushing again...😊😄💕
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Only you, only you, Marion, can clearly, clearly see the wood from the trees! This little poem is brilliant. By stating the obvious, the unseen reasons for coming to that conclusion spring to the forefront of this poem — sometimes, we are brutally cut down to find ourselves in a totally different landscape. And there's sod all we can do about it x
You got it exactly ...but then you.know exactly of depths and depths and deeper depths. Thanyou love for a wonderful comment 💕
I’m not even going to try to explain why this is so good, it just is .. in fact it’s a whole lot better than good, I think it says a whole lot more than it appears to say and that my friend is brilliant .. Neville x
Nev, your comment has made me blush and the coffee table is pissing itself laughing. I've told it I'll chop it up if it doesn't behave 😆😁 Thankyou again for a beautiful comment x
You are more than welcome M .. N x