Standing at the precipice
(however slight)
of an oriental throw rug
gazing
wistfully
across unnatural fields of berber and herringbone:
fibers awash in monotonous overtones
whose dull overtures to color
cast complacent spells of abyssal silence
under skies eluding brilliance
testifying their submission
to meterological catatonia.
I stand
hypnotized by the tick-tock, tick tock, of the
diswasher
cycling through its various stages like
the seasons
occasionaly upchucking gut-fulls of rinse water
whose swirling destiny descends through
sinuous networks of fetid pipes
lain long ago by Egyptian immigrants
the pinnacle of their patchwork efforts
culminating
in twin basins with detachable sprayer.
Ah!
What mellifluous clatter of solenoids and relays
directs another opus of suds
in this carefully scripted mechanical opera?
Which bearing squeaks soprano arias
whose remonstrances on behalf of the laboring drive motor
nevertheless allow it to faithfully drone its monotone cantata
of love--and death?
Alas, poor potato,
I knew him well.
Author notes
Essentially, this poem isn't a metaphor (metaphysical or otherwise) for any sort of nondescript proto-thoughts which distinguish themselves from the more innate Klingon-like responses we become so accustomed to as we strive to thrive in the cusp of our own inner creative genitalia.
A contest entry
- contest. by Kathraina.
800 points, ended November 7, 18 entries
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Your "author note" says it all. Henceforth I will try to take everything you write literally and at face value . . . some faces having more value than others. This is not to suggest that your work is "two faced," but perhaps more akin to "shit faced" in light of your sleep deprivation induced neurochemical imbalance.
An excellent write. What a great flow of ideas and verbiage! If this is sleep deprived you may want to consider sleeping less!
By far the best laugh I've had all day!
Garrison
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I like the cut of your jib sir ! ... a wonderful observation on the domestic and seemingly mundane world of the inanimate, shot through with delightful metaphor, in artful licence and reference to the human condition !
Loved the throw-away reference to Willy-the-Shake at the end, that brings the whole wordy proceedings down to an earth-shaking bump !
Wonderful stuff my friend !
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Aye,
after reading your wonderful romp of the, er, the "Alternative Spartan," I see that our jibs are cut from the same cloth!
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Hmmmmm! A departure from your usual style but another gem from that brilliant, but "unique" brain of yours. But, then again, Einstein saw the world through different eyes as well.
Another winner,
Drybones
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Interesting you should mention Uncle Albert...
...I just bought a nice little hardback book at the local thrift shop called: Albert Einstein, The Human Side. New Glimpses From His Archives. (Helen Dukas and Banesh Hoffman, authors, c. 1979) so I look forward to perusing that as soon as I can! There is at least one major difference between Einstein and myself, however... he had a much more manageable head of hair than I do
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Well fair enough.
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re: Well fair enough.
Enough! Fare well!
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Palindromic touchée!
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No one else could do a better job of making an everyday thing sound so appealing. I loved the read and the AN. Keep penning. I will think of this as I lidten to the hum of the dishwasher I just started,
Sharon
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LOL@U2!!!
Oh, I'm sure most inmates at the local asylum could pen something as meaningful as this. Here's a funny thing... we haven't owned a dishwasher in years, so all this jibber jabber is just jumbled jocular jetsam flowing out of my anterior cerebral relief valve.
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I think I enjoyed reading your author notes equally as much as the poem
See.... you can even make a mundane kitchen appliance come to life and sing opera for you!!!!
When poetry is blended with a truly creative and clever mind this is what happens... MAGIC! Maybe you should steal 'Legend's' avatar? (look up the user Legend if you don't already know him)
Another tip of my ratty old hat to you.
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LOL
No one can subscribe to A.P. for very long and not run into Legend's creative genius. I won a gold trophy once from Cricketjeff & Sue Cardwell in a contest to write about a Legend poem. He had a poem about an alien that resided in his refrigerator, and my entry was just a continuation of that story.
It's funny, I pulled an all-nighter on Wednesday since I took Thursday thru Sunday off from work. By 4:00 AM the natural chemical imbalance induced by sleep deprivation put me in a slap-happy mood, and so I decided to capture the first bucketload of crap that fell out of my cerebral garbage compactor. Nine applause is about eight more than I deserve, perhaps the one exception for being audacious enough to attempt the intelligent use the word "remonstrances" in a poem at four-plus o'clock in the morning.
Having violated my own ethical code on writing Free Verse, I may have to revoke my own license to write poetry... the case is under review by the Commandant in charge at the Enforcement Division of the Department of Rhymes, an offshoot of the Bureau of Poems.
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