Come to the table!
Mother said, meaning
bring your best manners
and your appetites
but I had neither –
a naughty kid
Come to the table!
Teacher commanded
expectations high
and I, distracted
had nothing to show
but humiliation
Come to the table!
said the mediator,
negotiating divorce
Ex’s demands inflexible –
my shell-shocked response
lacking assertiveness
Come to the table!
nightmare voice says,
and I tremble –
tables are for getting
and I am lacking worth
un-for-get-table
(A little fun with words for Reena’s Xploration Challenge #202. Image my own)
What a clever write! I wish you happier table experiences in your future. Can’t wait to see them! Hugs ā¤
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Thanks Laura. Current table is most loving and accepting
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Yaaay! š¤
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So deep and true.
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Thank you!
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That was a fun ending to your poem. š
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Thanks LuAnne.
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Wow! Terrific response to the prompt!
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Thanks Eugi. The ideas had been floating around and your prompt gave it the push.
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My pleasure, VJ! š
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I see a lot of those “tabled” kids pass through my classroom. Powerful use of repetition. It sets the helplessness/hopelessness in stone.
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Thanks. I used to see them in the classroom too.
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Yes! Too many unrealistic under-a-microscope expectations at the table. Over and over. Easier to sit on the floor. Powerful poem. Tables…I find I always need to find the seat that faces out into a room. Never facing the wall if I can help it.
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Me too! Always being cautious, I suppose.
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Safer that way.
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What a creative take on the prompt V.J !!
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Thanks Radhika. It was a fun prompt.
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Wow! Perfect ending. This one is a touch haunting.
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Thanks Heather. How we never add up to be enough.
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Yes. You’re welcome.
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Neat
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Thanks š
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Reblogged this on Reena Saxena and commented:
Unforgettable ….by VJ Knutson
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This touched so many chords at once. At times, one wants to kick all tables, and go to mountain tops.
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Yes! Mountain tops would be good…with a picnic blanket.
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Eek.
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Lol.
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Excellent use of metaphor! The poem gave me a chill.
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Thanks Liz. I so often dream of tables, in various states of repair and occupation. It’s a symbol that haunts me. Thanks also, for sharing on Twitter.
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You’re welcome, VJ. I often dream of houses, in need of repair and renovation, with labarynthian layouts.
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Me too! So much to ponder
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Our subconscious mind does tend to go to the strangest places.
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Lol
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