Another Tuesday poem
From "The Chicken Dinner", 2016,
Watch the Chickens
looking across into the room
Why I'm standing here I don't know
There is no place I want to go
That dear was my plight this morning
Like a chicken just standing there
Three others in the room active
Chicken no place it wants to go
The others are doing their thing
Things to do with places to go
One to school another to work
The helper may end up like me
You could too when nothing to do
When you're through and no place to go
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- Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2016 and 2019, All Rights Reserved
- I am linked with Sanaa Rizvi in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/05/the-tuesday-platform.html?m=1
Labels: Animals, Chicken, Poem, Real Toads, Syllabic Form, Tuesday Platform
posted by Jim @ 5/07/2019 07:32:00 AM
7 comments
7 Comments:
Sometimes we have to stand our ground for time is fickle and keeps changing. ❤️
"When you're through and no place to go...." Poignant, Jim. That is when I stand outside looking at the flowers, or the sky..........and being glad my life has slowed and I no longer am rushing off to work.
no place to go, and not wanting to go anywhere...i can relate to that..i wonder where i stand...bkm
I think sometimes we just have to stay were we are.
Ah well ... there's always a poem to write. :)
Your poem reminds me of Dr. Seuss' "The Waiting Place" from "Oh, the Places You'll Go."
Sometimes, a body just want to stay put. Maybe for a better view... :-)
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