- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Dunks
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He hates it
when she dunks her biscuits soft,
crumbles and halves drifting sadly
round and round in her lazy
Ceylon whirlpool.
She hates it too,
sad soggy wholemeal crackers,
primordial mud at the bottom
of the cup,
but dunks stubbornly on,
just to hear him speak, for once,
of something present,
anything at all,
instead of years stretching out
in merciless procession
behind.
- COMMENTS
LeBrozover 16 years agoThis poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 38,000 poems.
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KOLKOREover 17 years agoAs wickedEve said, the last two strophes, say it all. If all that you see in your present are your past years “stretching out
in merciless procession”, even the bickering and senseless tormenting could be seen as a temporary refuge.
But in hearing that, I also hear: better work harder on your retirement days right now, spiritually speaking, with your lady, and on your own. I know what you are telling me. Prepare for old age, aside from your retirement funds. Be mindful, live meaningfully. Right now.
WickedEveover 17 years agoI like the way you use the biscuits and crackers to set the mood. Who would have thought that soggy crackers in the bottom of the cup could give the reader a feeling of hopelessness. And the last two strophes are just a perfect way to finish the poem.
