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Problem Solving
by Kristina Woodhill
Enduring,
an elephant
sits on my head,
trunk dangles
lazily
grazing my bed;
I'm trying
to meditate,
find that it's getting late,
fazed
by this elephant
perched on my head;
one tusk
plus
two tusk,
it sorts
through
my shelves,
seeking some
semblence
intrigued
by my selves;
I shift
a bit,
nudge
a budge
to unsit
the elephant,
massing its
thoughts
as it delves;
I'd like to think
that I make
sense to him,
I'm not just soft padding
I'm not just squished whim;
my third eye
is focused,
my legs
crossed,
a lotus
compressed
by the
stress
of his
con
sid
er
ing;
clear
ing
my mind
I discard
words
that plea,
mentally shake loose
a wish
I could flee
instead
I
visualize
answers
in super size,
mammals
(send rodents, please!)
those
that eat
cheese
01/23/2012
Author's Note: I swear sometimes I write just to hear nonsense rhyme. ;)
Posted on 01/24/2012
Copyright © 2025 Kristina Woodhill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 01/24/12 at 04:20 AM Ah, but when you do it is a cute and warm piece. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 01/24/12 at 04:37 AM "I'm not just squished whim" Love that!! |
| Posted by Shannon McEwen on 01/24/12 at 05:52 AM whatever that nonsense you hear keep jotting it down because it's working for you! |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 01/24/12 at 03:06 PM if this is not the perfect metaphor, I don't know what is? and where have you ever seen an elephant and a mouse share space in the same poem? and hopefully it is not presumptuous of me to assume that elephants love cheese too and that mice love peanuts? and so after all is said and done, what is not to love about this ode to love? |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/24/12 at 05:27 PM Lovely. |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 01/28/12 at 06:01 PM So easy to love this one <3. |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 02/06/12 at 01:12 AM I really love this piece- to ou it's nonsense- To me. it's GREAT! |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 02/14/12 at 11:11 AM For myshelf, writing can be both elephant and the means to ignore it, rendering your meditative metaphor as one that eats itself--no cheese required, as demonstrated here... |
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