Kitchen Tables.

Just another observation while reviewing!

The cracked surface lays waste to dust and dirt,

Patterns coloured to ease the mind,

Black and greys sooth every angle,

Sprawled with clutter to hide the bind.

Places for everything and everything it's place,

Take here now not leave and swell,

Grabbing keys that scrape and huddle,

Never looking just hear kitchens bell.

Further now to legs that never sit,

Pasted bolts have eternity in thinking,

Plastic bags lay light with shopping,

Potted flowers overlooking this blinking.

A solid stance for memory and times,

A fire dances in the background to tell fables,

Music skips through the air now sit,

At many a families kitchens tables!

Author's Note

Honesty darlings.

Reviews

[TL Boehm]

Fascinating subject matter and at this point I spend a lot of time at the kitchen table. I'm not fond of it or my circumstances but I am quite fond of the flow and and meter of this little poem. Pasted bolts that have eternity in thinking. I like that line. If tables could talk.

[Kay]

This is cute! It shows the life of a kitchen table and literally all the things it sees when it's used or not used. Awesome, dude. :)

[Mary Bradley]

Sweet portrayal of many kitchen tables in anyone home . Well written yet it's fun to read at the same time .

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you.

[Jamestown]

Oh that kitchen table, reminded of the family that prays together, stays
together, I really enjoyed this piece, thanks for sharing.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

your welcome and thank you.

[Saddam]

Another brilliant write friend......................

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

thank you.

[jonah]

kitchen tables! i find them to be mysterious creatures that seize you from any possible kind of everyday harassment. a warm yet a little bit spicy shelter. oh well this is so nicely written.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you.

[DaughterNature]

This rings too true for me. My dysfunctional family spent many a holiday meal crowded around a table that had been hurriedly cleaned off - the joke in my house is that my mom can't have any horizontal surfaces or she'll cover them all in clutter. I really like your idea of re-imagining the kitchen table as a mess or a strange place as opposed to the idyllic image with which most people are familiar.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you daring.

[Katie Alexander]

This is clever. I love the line "legs that never sit".

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you.

[Jazique]

Honestly, I never thought of a kitchen in that way. I think its genuinely unique and kind of perfect for the holiday that has passed and the ones to come. I do feel without the title know one it would take a while to completely comprehend the poem. So the title complements the poem wonderfully bringing it all together.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you.

[Chris]

It's morning here Tom... this one worked. I'm sitting at my own table, and smiling into the coffee'd mist rising. Take care.

Chris

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you Chris.