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When the Plate is Full
by Alison McKenzieI sit at my keyboard
Copal burning on the shelf
I am immobile,
Unable to digest all that
Life is serving
A plate too full to consume
And so it sits uneaten
While I
Sit at my keyboard
Strangers sending me messages
From far away, far
Away ~.~ away
I drift while the garbage waits,
Uncollected while the dishes sing, undone
My thoughts in the mirror
The disarray that sits
At my keyboard
Paint dry and cracking
Brush-strokes of brilliance blinded
By the cuisine being served today on
My keyboard
Here I am while my thoughts run amuck
The only call to conscious acts is the
Keyboard
Dont betray me now
My over-worked fingers numb and tingling
But still craving the final expression of
What is happening to me
09/20/2007 Author's Note: Too much going on right now.
Posted on 09/20/2007
Copyright © 2024 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Mary Ellen Smith on 09/21/07 at 02:30 AM Love that the dishes are singing to you!!! Sometimes you can't move until you can move...when there is so much going on it is good to be still for awhile. |
| Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 09/21/07 at 02:56 AM i can sooo relate! you expressed this so well that my dishes have started singing to me. thanks. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 09/23/07 at 10:35 PM I'm with Steve, and then also, this part is especially cool the way it plays out:
Brush-strokes of brilliance blinded
By the cuisine being served today on
My keyboard
ack! i need to go to the store-do the dishes-sweep the porch-it never ends! thank heaven for poets! |
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