Object Lesson
This room is filled with objects
Many more than I need
All of them inanimate
Or so it's been decreed
Longing for my fingers
Piano sits untouched
Hoping that I will deign
To disturb the lingering dust
My heart is tempestuous
The Walls wail their indignation
As I button my Coat of Discontent
And pray for inspiration
I turn my head and plead
To demigod - Clock of Hours
While Vase waits patiently
For moist, fragrant flowers
But Computer Screen implores:
"Please write for us a poem
So others of your kind will know
That they are not alone"
Copyright © Corinne Curcio | Year Posted 2009
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment