Grated Table

I tried to find a picture of what I was looking at, but I couldn't. Just imagine a giant cheese grater on wheels with a plastic top that has a bunch of textbooks on it. Not sure why they make 'em...

At least a thousand, maybe more,

Make shapes and patterns as I stare.

This sheet, suspended o'er the floor

By dusty wheels (I counted four)

Is marked by these unnumbered score

Of patterns made of air.

I dizzy, though it doesn't scare,

If I allow my eyes to lock

The endless shapes and patterns there

That change and shift and grow and wear

As I continuously stare

Despite the ticking clock.

I see a square, the hand of Spock,

A triangle and British Flag.

I see a hundred X's flock

And then be crushed beneath a rock...

But then I hear a person talk

(A better term is "nag.")

"Turn in your quiz."  My shoulders sag.

I haven't written down a word.

Already my grade's not to brag

But this will only make it lag

Still more!  Distraction's such a drag--

Oh look, I see a soaring bird!

Reviews

[MuSe Ampoule]

Another brilliant piece Truman...a wonderful description of the funny little distractions that get our minds a wanderin when they should be focused. Image filled and great flow.

[Worms]

you are not alone here
amazing job
very well don e and a wonderfully creative rhyme scheme

[Shadowlily]

This was enjoyable to read..very light hearted and completely delightful down to the last line.