TALKING TO A PICTURE, 2

I try to stick to the discipline of writing a poem a day.

Inspiration is easy to find; often I wake up with the framework / idea, or a news story will inspire me.  But there are times when nothing comes to mind and I have to dig around a little.  Sometimes Wikipedia works, other times I just rootle through my photo albums and find a picture ‘to talk to’.
This is this morning’s, I’m still playing with it.

BEING STOOD UP

Cutlery twinkles in anticipation
flanking waiting white plates.
A ticking clock warns of wasted time,
while an oven timer trills the alert;
it’s burnt!
A flower in the centerpiece tips its head at me
in a sympathy-scented salute;
while butterballs lose their molded shape.

It’s clear, it’s late; there’s no one coming,
just one more glass and then I’ll kill the candle …

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16 Comments Add yours

  1. Krokodil says:

    This is a beautiful poem, Cin!

  2. theonlycin says:

    Thanks Krok, how’s the bod doing? Getting better?

  3. JustMe says:

    Been there – done that 😀 At least the wine was good! Perfectly captured!

    1. theonlycin says:

      The wine was superb.

  4. Rosemary says:

    Oh no, that’s not good – being stood up after all that effort. Phone me – I’ll come and help you with that bottle of wine!

    1. theonlycin says:

      Bring your Italian food 🙂

  5. EverMe says:

    I also oft times look at pici’s for inspiration, and musezaklee that gets me going too.

    I like what you saw in the pici, even if it was sad!

    1. theonlycin says:

      The picture actually belongs to a very happy evening 🙂

  6. adeeyoyo says:

    Well, he/she certainly doesn’t know what he/she missed! I loved the ‘killing the candle’! I’m offline until I don’t know when so trying to catch up quickly.

    1. theonlycin says:

      Oh, thanks for letting me know, I was worried.

  7. supagran says:

    Butter balls, you make butter balls?! 🙂

    It certainly caught the poignancy of the evening.

    1. theonlycin says:

      Butter balls is a bad thing Supa? (You can buy them ready, ya know).

  8. slpmartin says:

    This reminded me of one of those scences from a movie where some tragic event prevents the lovers from meeting…it could be the only reason for not meeting with you. 😉

    1. theonlycin says:

      I think it’s something that happens to most of us at some time or other … whatever the reason. But your comment is food for thought, what could have been the reason that the narrator of my poem’s swain stood her up?

  9. nrhatch says:

    This happened to me just once . . . in college.

    The worst part about it . . . I didn’t have any wine to keep me company while I waited. : )

    He eventually appeared on my doorstep, feigning surprise that we’d had dinner plans.

    1. theonlycin says:

      I hope you kicked his butt Nancy?

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