So, I talked to my house last night
‘Bout how all they’ve been feeling;
Since she left home, they’ve been a wreck
The whole place has been reeling
I asked the toaster if it missed
Its morning muffin mess;
I asked the shower if it craved
The soft smell of Caress
The bed sheets said they wished
That she had stayed them warm to keep;
The teapot said it missed the oolong
She’d put into steep
I counseled them each, one by one
Until I reached the last;
Two angels on a music box
I gave her in the past
They asked me why she had to go
“I’m sorry, Oh, I am —
She left because
She married someone
Who’s not worth
A damn.”
(“Counseling the Disconsolate” – 12-4-2014)
This is heart breaking and beautiful oh my goodness.
Thank you. I loved the prompt, which I thought could go a lot of ways.
This is beautiful poem!
Thank you very much!
What a great twist. Is this based on an experience?
Not exactly – it was a daily prompt post originally. I think the prompt was about if objects in your house could talk.
That makes sense and what a fantastic idea. You excelled.
Makes me think of Disney’s Beauty and the Beast.
Interesting, I can see that. I was working off of one of the Daily Prompts at the time, I think it was on objects being able to talk.
I am. I need to figure out a better system for putting older poems out there.
Neat. This is a real life representation of emotion worded beautifully. 🌸