Brown Bag of Poems: Imbalanced Meal
Brown Bag of Poems: Imbalanced Meal
In my kitchen nook
in the red terry cloth house coat
from two Christmases ago
my elbow out
the window to flick ashes
from an old, self rolled, habit
made new again.
Mismatched house shoes.
One snug yellow
the other six sizes too
blue, like a velvet drape
over Ellington’s late piano.
Unevenly I shuffle across
checkerboard linoleum to put
the shot glass in the recycle bin,
the bourbon bottle in the sink.
In the morning,
milk for the cereal. Hot water for the tea.
No more honey butter to spread over my brown bread.
blue, like a velvet drape
over Ellington’s late piano.
This makes me want to sip jazz. You’ve given us a beautiful, if lonely, observation on winter. I’m feeling this.
Your creativity never ceases to amaze me! With a blizzard ensuing outside my window, those “mismatched house shoes” really made me smile.
I’d LOVE to see more of your poems posted!!!!
yes, as the snow, wind and coldness pronounce…. Your poem fits the bill.
what a groove to be in! it’s a funky and low-down feeling.
how many of these ‘meals’ have we all shared?
talk the talk we walk…i’m diggin it buddy!!!