Potboy

AuburnScribbler

Back then, to be a potboy,

was not; to smell of roses,

still as any vegetable

as vision decomposes,

 

then; my hunger made,

a search; for all to eat,

I looked down; I saw two hooves

that plainly were my feet,

 

my unicorn has gone now,

for fourteen cleaned up years,

though cup; is sometimes dirtied

by old wines; and vintage beers,

 

so, now to be a potboy

is to wrinkle up my hands, to

wash away the soap suds

and make sure; my hope; still stands.

  • Author: AuburnScribbler (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 9th, 2024 12:36
  • Comment from author about the poem: This is another "poem of hiatus" from my "promenade poems", but don't worry, I will return to the walkways soon. I was thinking about how much I have changed over the years, and one of the biggest changes in me, is that I no longer use certain substances. To me, life is about experiences, and therefore it is a case of "I've done that, got the t-shirt!" One of my t-shirts says "I'm a former user", and I am not going to lie, some of those times were very pleasant indeed, either if it was smoking the green, ingesting a hallucinogen, or snorting the white stuff. But, and a BIG BUT, in terms of the transformation of things, there were more negatives that arose. So, I had to kick the habit. With that in mind, I give you "Potboy", a poem about a big dose of realisation, and redefining the name "Potboy" to mean "doing the pots/dishes" or perhaps having the urge to partake in a more wholesome type of gardening. The accompanying banner picture, loosely resembles what was in the "peace pipe/bong/paper", but more so, it reminds me of the fields of many festivals, of which, such "fat of the land" was enjoyed. I hope that you enjoy the poem, I wish you all the best in resolving any designed afflictions you may have, and as always, please do stay safe everyone.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 37
  • Users favorite of this poem: Teddy.15
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  • Teddy.15

    Most entertaining, pot boy turned dish-hand, all grown up! 🤣

    • AuburnScribbler

      Thanks for the read, for favouriting this poem and for your lovely words Teddy.15, they are very much appreciated.

      Also, regarding being "all grown up", I wouldn't go that far friend! Hahaha!

      I hope that all is well.

      • Teddy.15

        lol yeh 🤣

      • sorenbarrett

        A great play on words and yes hope is the end of all. Nicely written

        • AuburnScribbler

          Thanks for the read and for your very kind comment sorenbarrett.

          I hope that all is well.

        • MR.apocalypse

          those rainbow gatherings really got to you lol

          • AuburnScribbler

            Thanks for the read MR.apocalypse, and yeah, they sure did mate!

            I hope that all is well.

          • Goldfinch60

            That hope will always be with you Ben and it will become reality.

            Andy

            • AuburnScribbler

              Thanks for the read Andy, and for your wonderful words of encouragement.

              I hope that all is well.

            • Neilton

              Such an interesting and beautifully written poem! Your analysis makes it even more unique!

              • AuburnScribbler

                Thanks for the read and for your heartwarming words Neilton, they are very much appreciated.

                I hope that all is well.

                • Neilton

                  I'm glad! And thank you !

                • Dan Williams

                  Bravo Potboy. Clever and well told.

                  • AuburnScribbler

                    Thanks for the read Dan, and for your heartwarming comment.

                    I hope that all is well.



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