poem about a table?
“Tell all the Truth but tell it slant—“ –Emily Dickinson in the center where the people should be is a red and white checked cloth which covers the dining room table where the parent is working. the parent has cut up the picture in order to save space in the sticky plastic-covered pages of the family photograph album. i want to write a poem about this picture with a hole in the center where the family should be, but the parent says i should write about something else. perhaps then this is not a poem about the picture. perhaps it’s not the picture that’s important. perhaps it’s the table. think about the table.
Very deep and wonderful. Today, I will think about the table.
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Thanks, Lisa. Glad you enjoyed the poem!
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Thanks! Now I can’t get the darn table out of my head! 🙂
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Sorry, Mark. Table, table, table, table–not a bad mantra, really.
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Definitely thought-provoking.
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Thanks. Glad the poem made you think. I appreciate your reading!
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Well written and lingering. Just what a good poem should be. Love the tablecloth image. I will be thinking of the table till dinnertime.
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Ha, ha! I think about that table at all times! In fact, I’m hungry as I type this!
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Wow. I’m thinking about the table. You are good.
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I’m thinking about it too!
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