Kim Rodrigues Poet Free verse

Out of Habit

out of habit, i
fingered the sand-colored bowl

after guests grappled
with paper plates

i, with Cabernet
dark eyes at dinner time

shame, shame
on me

my conscience
lowers my bowl into the sink
like a titanic lifeboat
wavering.

the solitary vessel
shamefully 
alone

meanwhile paper plates
press on
in the trash bin heap

3/20/2020

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Maurice Rigoler March 22, 2020 at 11:02 AM Love your typically original associations: my conscience / lowers my bowl into the sink / like a titanic lifeboat / wavering. Wonderful! / M

Caren Krutsinger March 22, 2020 at 8:10 AM I smile as I try to not touch my face, distancing myself from my hands. I do not have a paper plate at all. Kim Rodrigues March 22, 2020 at 11:11 AM Perhaps I should save them just in case we run out of tp...lol

Gershon Wolf March 21, 2020 at 11:07 PM Hahahaha! You've turned trash into a nice poetic moment! Bravo, Gershon Kim Rodrigues March 22, 2020 at 8:18 AM LOL! Right?! Love to hear your hearty laugh, my friend!

Mark Koplin March 21, 2020 at 8:59 AM There are going to be a lot more new things out of habit. Great poem. Be well Kim Rodrigues March 22, 2020 at 8:18 AM Thank you, Mark!

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart March 21, 2020 at 8:25 AM This made me think how much I love our city composting. A few pocket pet burials too ;), xomo Kim Rodrigues March 21, 2020 at 8:51 AM Thank you, Maureen! Have a bright and shining day!