Seriously?
Did you really think you were going to
cure cancer with that poem?
Did you think you were going to capture
the zeitgeist of an era
with that essay?
Please, stop thinking.
There is a tattered piece of tape
peeling off the box of an old movie projector
I see my future
in the grimy grit of crust
left underneath the dried up outline of adhesive
and I need
another cup of tea
cure cancer with that poem?
Did you think you were going to capture
the zeitgeist of an era
with that essay?
Please, stop thinking.
There is a tattered piece of tape
peeling off the box of an old movie projector
I see my future
in the grimy grit of crust
left underneath the dried up outline of adhesive
and I need
another cup of tea
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Author's Note
Every day brings the promise of another flash of brilliance... or not...
Other stories by Deborah Oster Pannell
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Nice imagery:
"the grimy grit of crust
left underneath the dried up outline of adhesive"
I can feel the steel and the dust and the sticky adhesive.
Thanks Steven - it's always nice to be able to evoke a bit of grit.
:)
Gritty.
(Just kidding. I really like this story, Deborah.)
*
Thanks Jake... :)
What a tactile, thing that grit and dried up outline is. Pour some tea on it!
Liked this a lot, Deborah.
Really like this moment:
"Please, stop thinking.
There is a tattered piece of tape
peeling off the box of an old movie projector"
Good piece. Enjoyed.
Good work. Hope the tea helps. *
I like this, Deborah, but it reads to me like two separate poems.
The one I like best ends at "thinking."