by Laura Doom
a constant frustration
the inanimate object
with a mind of its own
Author's Note: This stone refuses to bleed
Posted on 11/10/2019
Copyright © 2019 Laura Doom
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/22/19 at 01:13 AM|
The title is just a hoot of a newly created poetic form describing its contents perfectly. My husband might say all the tools he misplaces mindfully disappear from his visual reach. Enjoyed this very much.
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/22/19 at 07:55 PM|
I've come across a few of those in my time. Fun and well stated, Laura.
|Posted by Glenn Currier on 12/07/19 at 05:53 PM|
You have my admiration, Laura. To be able to make a prescient statement with so few words. What a gift! It was a fun read. It seems each day - especially the older I get - I have these objects with a mind of their own. The biggest example is that LSU tumbler that keeps iced water cold but disappears until all the ice has melted and the water has grown lukewarm. I certainly relate - entirely too much. Thanks a bunch for your compact little smiler.