Porridge for One Please.A Poem by Soma-ko.Drips of glazed porridge cater the plastic Walls, uneven cloves of oil smile at me As I watch it make its way from the bottom, Now top, of the container to me, slowly. Gentle taps, dance at the bottom top To get stubborn clumps of wet rice to fall, But they don’t. Spoon-less, I watch them Defy gravity, as they continue to chatter. I wait, because there’s not much else to do, And wait, because patience enjoys its waltz With leisure. So I wait, with starry eyes at my White galaxy, that refuses to obey its rules. I see it shift its
weight, so very slightly That it could’ve been wishful thinking, Or perhaps boredom, that made it move. Regardless, I can only wait, arm tired. The clumps, resolute, so I put the container Down, and just stare at the sky, my sky, A blue ceiling, painted over a glazed plastic Cover. The clump of rice beside me, chatters. © 2016 Soma-ko |
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Added on May 26, 2016 Last Updated on May 26, 2016 AuthorSoma-koNYAboutPlease, if you want me to read your piece I beg you to send me a read request, because lately I've been more focused on studying and cramming in a few hours of relaxation, so writing and reading i.. more..Writing
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