Round, cheap
and stained by my lifestyle.
Coffee, soda, and water
stains cleaned
when they cry for attention.
Am I a slob?
No!
I’m just focused
on important things:
Work, fear and happiness.
The table is pink.
Or no!
It’s fuchsia
and pushing a decade old.
Covered
with heirloom coasters
that know secrets
about my family.
Secrets that I
dream to learn.
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Author:
Leta (
Offline) - Published: April 27th, 2023 16:53
- Comment from author about the poem: This is a poem about the items on my end table.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Welcome to My Poetic Side. Truly enjoyed the poem.
an intriguing concept
a wonderful read, thanks for sharing
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