. This week the theme is very unusual. To describe something but no names, please. I was going to give it a miss as I couldn't think of what to write. I wrote this after much pondering.
on the side-table
isolated, ignored,
waiting; it lay
meanwhile
books were read;
papers picked.
crying louder.
willing hands to
reach out for it.
box of crayons
fought for
by unruly kids
still overlooked
sitting forlorn
clamouring
keyboard punched
thoughts
whirling away
to be noticed.
silence trying
to reach out.
Mind not registering
anything except
impending deadline.
one sweeping hand
obliterates it
staining the carpet.
intermission!
heart burns
picking splinters!
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Great poem, I'm glad you wrote it. I was thinking a glass of water, but then the splinters threw me off.
ReplyDeleteGood job. I'm glad you were inspired to participate. I, like brian think a drink of some form. Perhaps splinters of glass or shards of china?
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Hmm, I'm still guessing on this one. Same as remimam... china? glass? I'm enjoying the mystery...
ReplyDeleteI’m jus no good at these riddles – I haven’t guessed one right all day! Sure is a lot of fun though trying to figure them out.
ReplyDeleteI was thinking perhaps a glass of wine, looked forward to after the job was completed, only to be lost. Could probably work on several levels.
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by. I always appreciate your visits.
I'm with Dennis here- but I am really impressed with just how wonderful all the poems have been this week!
ReplyDeleteYour poems always make me think, Gautami- I love the way you put ideas together!
intruguing and so well written!
ReplyDeleteWell you have written a fine poem but you have stumped me. The only thing I could come up with was a glass of well earned wine. Hope you had some more. lol
ReplyDeleteGreat work gt.
love-bd
I am still pondering, nice images!
ReplyDeleteThe slimy chalk, the cutting pens, the broken arm, and now crayon fights with splinters...
ReplyDeleteCould you have a teaching assistant take charge of the equipment and you could just do the instruction?
Stay safe,
Paul
A cup of tea came to my mind :) I enjoyed it very much because I remember those times well.
ReplyDeleteI love the alternating italics stanzas and the way they build upon each other. I think I'm with the crowd, here, and I thought glass of wine. Shows where my mind's at. :)
ReplyDeleteTammy beat me to the cup of tea...will you be telling us just what you knocked off the table? Wonderful imagery here.
ReplyDeleteFor me, this could be anything quenching...and ignored on an all too busy day.
ReplyDeleteI love how the poem takes us through a process of thinking of what to write about which is what you were saying above the poem. By the way, I think I owe you an apology-I am sorry.
ReplyDeletebeautiful. You've beautifully captured the desolation and yearning of something thats being ignored.
ReplyDeletegautami ka...the snap thingy is spoiling the surfing experience in your blog.
ReplyDeleteNice poem...had that feeling of present time, something dynamic but happening in a short time,.
I was thinking a glass of wine, but how could you ignore a glass of wine for so long....?!
ReplyDeleteFor not knowing what to write, you wrote very well. I love it!!
ReplyDeletesplendid!
ReplyDeleteSplinters to me means wood so I will say a picture frame.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed how much tender longing ws expressed by the object as it was time and time again overlooked.
Good job. If this has become a guessing game, I'm guessing a cup of whatever...shards could be glass, or ceramics, as well as wood....;)
ReplyDeleteDear friends, splinters is not only of wood. It can be of glass, china etc. This works at many levels. Any thing could have been waiting to be picked up.
ReplyDeleteBut a mug of coffee was in my mind. Staining the carpet...tea too fits in.
chris: That's ok. I liked your idea for this exercise. Infact most of my poetry come under this category but in a transient level.
paul: How you remember things! I think I should take your advice and have an assistant? Are you willing to be one?
ReplyDeleteI'm taken by the alternating stanzas.
ReplyDeleteI thought *someone* accidentally brushed a paint pot or ink well on the floor. reachiing over it to get to some other demand. The desire to create art overtaken by the "regular job".
No matter, it's a nice read.
I like how the poem describes the riddle, instead of just being the riddle. It's like the poem is the process of finding this thing. Like a lost set of keys, that only show up after you've given up.
ReplyDeleteLovely energy in the poem. Thanks for stopping by my blog, too!
i like this....
ReplyDeleteHa!! I was thinking coffee before I read what you said. Great minds think alike. :)
ReplyDeleteha - i came in after you gave the answer so i can pretend i was right all along :)
ReplyDeletecheers
ha! i knew it was coffee (after you gave the answer)but actually i was thinking it was a glass of fruit juice. :)
ReplyDeleteI like the interwoven stanzas - something to drink and shards of broken china? Not sure.
ReplyDeleteI did guess correctly! A most enjoyable poem, Gautami.
ReplyDeleteThanks all.
ReplyDeleteWhat I feel is the guessing part took away the poetry part of it. This exrcise was misunderstood by most of us.
I love this. I thought I was in a library until the end.
ReplyDeleteThanks jone!
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