On the woodstove sits a good old girl
a black speckled beauty, shows her age
but always takes care of me
Miss Fancy,
pristine on the counter
contemporary, the latest fashion
useless as thread without a needle,
when the power fails
I scoff in her direction,
as my old friend begins to murmur,
good morning
Author notes
personification of a coffee pot
last line edited out: I know it will be a good day
A contest entry
- the rusted bucket; a personification contest - with nurse chilly by Cat.
800 points, ended February 17, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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i love love love the good old girl.. get metaphor..I have an old percolator that is about to give in to the tip one of these days...
this is bubbling with rich aromatic words... great
well done and many thanks for entering this contest
G.x
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Thanks,
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Clap, clap... you really know personification
I agree with Cat of how well you did, and that first line is such a start-off for me. "good old girl" usually means that it behaves, so that's why it really struck me. The next couple of verses are ironic, yet it illustrates that's your article is a strong one, not cheap and chintzy but it comforts you.
You have not failed to do a tremendous job in keeping the voice steady throughout the poem.
"useless as thread without a needle,
when the power fails," awwww, my favorite things are important metaphors and comparisons which you drilled me into the feeling of agonizing loss of innervation here. It's amazing how the newer things are, sometimes they make it the worst. LOL, your faithful companion is there.
What a clean thought,
"as my old friend begins to murmur,
good morning" brings me, almost like the coffee pot cries if another day can fulfill or if you'll trade personification for your day finally.
I can keep reading this over and over, and it never stops being amusing, and you should find humor in this devise unless it's a sad topic being transversed.
It was a wonderful visit,
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Thank you for the thoughtful commentary.
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my power went out the other day and I needed a good old friend like your black speckled beauty! this is sweet..


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lol, thanks..
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hey.. this is exactly the sort of personification i was hoping for. I love the old vs the new- and the sense that new is lauded as one thing but that the old girl still has some tricks in her.. refreshing read
you know me with my "if this were my poem" .. i would eliminate the final line.. and end at the very punchy good morning
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Changed my mind..but made a note of it in my author box...lol
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thanks...and I debated that last line..lol, I'll edit after the contest...i never know if I should or shouldn't (edit)until it's over, so I'll wait..lol
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Good to the last drop dear...
You did so good with this! I am beaming like a proud birdie momma kicking her little birdies out-a the nest for the first time...
Really you did a wonderful job on this.
Becky


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lol...you are a catbird..lol, thanks Becs
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Always good to know that you can light up the wood stove and still have that cup of coffee.
Can't even light up a man with equal dependiblity. 
Love, Tom B.

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lol...
thanks, Tom
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Deep brown gold clasped between the hands in supplication that the day be as rich. The aromas teasing, heady -- full of promise.
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