Ode to My Kitchen Table

So, I'm not a poet... Not even a little bit...I don't even know where to begin with the mechanics of the art. But I posted this to an online Moms group where I'm a member, and thought you all might enjoy it... At least anyone with little ones at home (or anyone who's just messy).

(PS.. I hope this is an appropriate place for this... It's certainly not poetry for review! Just a little tid bit I hope will give you a smile)


Ode to my Kitchen Table


Sleek black glass,
Bevelled edge-
Fine dining you should serve.

Covered, though,
And not by a cloth
But by burden undeserved.

Lap top, Photographs, laundry basket too.
Lovely kitchen furniture,
What has become of you?

Mail, hangers, stuffed toys and snacks;
Books and sodas,
Diaper bag.

Crumbs about your glossy legs,
Peas, and crackers,
Bits of egg.

Chairs askew,
Dragged here, dragged there.

Finger smudged edge
Punctuates your despair.

A place for everything,
And everything in it’s place?
So sorry, my table,
But not in my haste.

I promise again
That with cleaner and cloth,
I’ll wipe you all shiny,
I’ll get the mess off.

But alas!
For my efforts,
I live in disorder.

So you’ll cluttered
You’ll stay,
My glass topped junk horder.

I'm not a poet either, but I know when I like something and I liked this!

Thanks for sharing.

My glass topped junk horder.

I can sooo identify with this. Why do flat surfaces always attract sh.., uh...I mean stuff?

I've seen tables like that...good imagery.

Ack! I just noticed a stow-away in my last stanza!! *strikes the extra "you'll"*