Since He's Been Gone...

By Silver Spun Sand

Tue, 15 May 2012
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16 comments
 

Can’t get my head around
cooking for one...
the fridge – crammed
with odds of this,
sods of that,
not to mention
the other...all
in different,
Tupperware bowls;
just sitting here,
deep in thought...
a pregnant goldfish,
next door’s cat,
and a stick-insect
for company,
seeking inspiration
from Jamie Oliver,
no less, then
trying not to get
too carried away with
the intricacies involved
in doing what I’d really
like to do with half
a redundant cucumber.
You know the sort, don't you?
Those organic ridge ones...
The ones with hundreds
of vicious little
spikes on?

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Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Hello Silver, a sad poem yet appropriate for our times. You provide a nice scenario of woe and perhaps an understanding of no single fault, each of the characters to blame. Write a sequel of getting back together, (or discovering peace) OK? Cheers, Richard LP
Richard L. Provencher

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Hi there, Richard;-) A thought, certainly...and many thanks. Silver

 

Submitted by blighters rock on
This made me chuckle, the comical ending cancelling out the darkness of the opening. Nothing like a cumbersome cucumber to shake away those blues.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
You said it, blighters...and I thank you for it;-) Tina

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Nice one Tina, Ahh! for the homegrown cucumber, nothing like it. I agree with Blighters, like the fact you brought a bit of humour in at the end. Jenny.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Thanks, Jenny. It seems I had my claws out today;-) Tina

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on
Nice Tina. Felt like I heard your kitchen clock ticking. (Not metaphorical!) Sounds like you need a lock on the salad drawer!

Parson Thru

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
I think you're right, PT;-) Many thanks for dropping by. Tina

 

Submitted by Cavalcader on
new Silver-Spun-Sand Great poem tina, sad well written. I too remember bent wilted spikey cucumbers. Like all the different items you mentioned, hope things change for you. Images so good too! Seems sad new or things not quite right maybe. take care. Get a new fridge maybe aye! won't be crammed. julie xx

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Nice to hear from you, Julie. Pleased you enjoyed;-) Tina xx

 

Submitted by scratch on
Well the cucumber did it for me as well silver. As always, such a pleasure to read your stuff.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Thanks, scratch;-) Silver

 

Submitted by Sooz006 on
This is great, but what I really loved was such an innocent comment, afterwards. And there's always baby fish to look forward to.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Thanks, Sooz...you made me smile, and you are so right;-) Tina

 

Submitted by Denzella on
Hello Tina, Really liked this poem but once again I'm struck by the form. Do you decide what form it will take before you start to write the poem or alter the content about until you are satisfied with the rhythm and the look? "....crammed with odds of this, sods of that." Great line. Moya
 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Hi again, Moya...pleased you liked;-) Your question about formatting poems is an interesting one. Sometimes I know immediately what form a certain poem should take (i.e. four line, three line, or two line stanzas)... or should I say, I THINK I know. More often than not I completely change the format depending on how the poem progresses. In all honesty, Moya your comment sums up the entire process more than accurately. I think you are well on the way to writing some excellent poetry, Moya, so keep scribbling away;-) Tina