As a buffo of sad blues
lays on the plate
before me
without notice-
a shadow;
against dim light
sits at my table
of lonely
I can only pick up
one utensil of emotion
in revelation
with eyes in roam,
right hand- holds tight,
the fork of desire
left hand- stirs,
the cup of tea,
I’m about to drink
Author notes
off the wall, pulp
A contest entry
- Pulp by MuddyKing.
1000 points, ended March 31, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - PW for Fav by crivanea.
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ahhhh I missed this one
there you go again..those lines..those words..that style..combined to create a poem that does not only observe..but seem to hint of something more subtle...I like the comma use in this one..the soft pause at the end of the line can be interpreted in several ways...lovely write poet 
I expected nothing less from you
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The only problem I had with this poem is the line "with eyes wander", just doesn't sit well with me. Feel like "wander" should be "wandered" or "wandering" or something like that, just as is, just seems a bit off. Other than that, a good poem, as usual.
-Nam
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nams... i'm pleased you stopped by...glad to see you're still kicking
i pondered your suggestion, hence the edit
thank you
mal
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i like it
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Seems you share that you are never alone. If we pay notice to our surroundings, there are living creatures that taunt us with their clowning, leaving a fine residue of their presence...
Excellent metaphor and yes...pulp! I wish you well in the challenge.
Much Love Always ♥
Renee
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The absolute epitome of abstract "pulp" of the human kind deliberated and
standing on it's own two legs by example here!
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