Elbows and a Kettle

Freeverse

Elbows on the desk,

hands shoved against eyes,

knuckles pressed into their corners.

 

You know how it is:

you’re thinking, facing the screen.

Pondering, trying to meditate, excogitate.

 

Where is it? Where was it?

It was in my mind a moment ago.

It’s gone, my brain has lost it.

I even ask what it was.

 

The kettle boiled, whistled.

A letter hit my mailbox.

A car screeched to a stop out there.

A fly buzzed about my head.

 

Elbows, hands, knuckles,

thoughts, ponder, meditation;

brain plays with thoughts.

Then kettle, mailbox, brakes, that damned fly.

(Posted 7 Aug 2024)

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Distractions and that damn muse goes. I am waiting for mine to return. She is in no hurry. I find the everyday ordinary is taking over and my creative side is on life support. So good to hear from you my friend. All good wishes.

Chris

[Andrew John]

Thanks, Chris. Yes, good to be able to make contact again. Been visiting without having much time to leave comments - but I've been keeping an eye on you (and our friend Jacob).

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you so much. You take care of you Andrew. Have a great day.