Ode to My Dresser

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You don’t quite live

up to your name

but then, who does?

At least you are steady

and always there

when I need you,

never refusing the things

I give you,

good at keeping secrets.

You still have your memories

of woods, rain, and birds

to comfort you

as you stand there patiently

not minding as I now grope,

now neglect you,

gathering dust day after day

listening to the alarm

at five o’clock and never

quarreling with the mirror

whom I so often greet with a smile,

but don’t even say hello to you.

9 thoughts on “Ode to My Dresser

  1. You still have your memories

    of woods, rain, and birds

    to comfort you

    I want to copy this and put it all over my house. My goodness, YS! Oh… my… GOODNESS!

    Tell me again why you are not posting more poetry?

    • Courtenay, I have only marked two pieces of writing with the word “poetry,” and those only because they are so lighthearted. Instead, I have taken several of my poems and “essay-fied” them or “prose-ified” them, mainly because I don’t know if the poems are worth beans and also because so many people go into anaphylactic shock when they even smell a poem. It’s worse than a peanut allergy and much more widespread.

      • This made me laugh. After the giggling finally stopped, I realized I needed to say this, only— people will amaze you, YS. They will go places with you that you might never expect. I want to read more of your poetry! (The pestering has begun in earnest now.)

      • “so many people go into anaphylactic shock when they even smell a poem”

        guilty as charged … but in some cases, I catch my breath long enough to keep reading, and then I get a surprise … instead of keeling over dead, I actually sit up higher in the chair, and keep reading.

  2. The value of a poem is in the mind of the creator, and the eye of the appreciator, not in the pen of the critic. Don’t question the value of a poem you create. Lighthearted or not, if you feel like setting something into a form that is not essay-fied or prose-ified then do it. Who is to say your “Form” is less valuable than someone elses’s? There have been quite a few “Forms” of poetry invented, not necessarily on purpose, but as an after thought to justify having said something profound in a short set of sentences.

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