Dee Thompson's most recent poem here was Seasoning. Dee's humor permeates her most poignant poems.
Anachronism
By Dee Thompson
I want wall-to-wall carpeting again.
I hate these unyielding wooden floors.
I neet to sink my bare toes into luxurious pile.
I need to stretch out my limbs atop a floor
soft as the strokes of a cat's fur.
Hard wood means dust in the corners,
concern for the expensive rug.
Hard wood mean no—
no softness when I fall.
It's a fashion, the hard, unyielding wood pyre.
It's what we're supposed to desire.
I don't like granite countertops either,
or walls the flat color of dirt or sand.
I want wallpaper and carpeting,
floral printed sofas,
rounded curves of a recliner.
Gleaming silver service,
A gently chiming clock
I need blue and green and mauve,
I need the hard wood to disappear.
It's too much like a coffin.
Hmmmmmmmm a rant in a poem. I love it.
I agree with you on the floors.
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Rather than the rant my friend, Jeanette, found in your poem, I saw a lovely longing, full of color and use of humor; the use of senses. It's wonderful--the differnt ways a poem speaks to us! Thank you for this one!
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