The papers swirl on kitchen table
piled from labors now disabled.
Dish towel wrinkles round a chair,
filthy boa flung with flair.
Roses wilting in a vase,
dying with familiar grace.
Kiddie cups with backwashed juice,
colored pencils running loose.
A plastic bag with dice and cubes,
placemats no one cares to use.
A fruit bowl bulges butternut squash,
oranges, bananas and apricots.
What’s lurking underneath’s begun to rot.
A spirograph box that’s taken a bruising,
some coloring books that no one’s using.
A central candle without a flame.
A chocolate bar that no one’s claimed?!
Post-it notes without to do’s,
an empty tea cup, I love you.
Guess it’s time to straighten up
before I pour another cup.
Day 19 NaPoWriMoToday, Today’s challenge is to write a humorous rant. Thought I’d use the subject matter most handy. Join us in verse.
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
Clutter can be frustrating but also friendly. Your table looks pretty orderly compared to how ours sometimes gets. 🙂 I love the dish towel boa. Great rhythm and rhyme.
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Thank you. Both of my littles are gone this week due to lockdown. It was distracting me, and so I decided to chant, I mean rant.
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Do you mean they are home?
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Yes, that must be my subconscious speaking up for me. 🤣🤣 Fear they may never leave. 😬
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😂
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Poetry in everyday urbanity. This poem has a lovely rhythm.😊
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Thank you, Hobbo. It was right there as I attempted to craft and so it became what was crafted.
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Great way to make some rhymes just looking around where you are. Very good and fun to read. 🙂
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Thank you. Can’t make that kind of clutter up. 🙂
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love the merry mayhem of this; sounds like my place 🙂
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It’s a magical playground, the English Garten. I love getting lost there, and then finding myself again.
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Hey Karen !!! good comment; you’ve just inspired a poem 🙂
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😊I’m pleased. Saw this quote last night but couldn’t work it in 44 words. Maybe it adds to yours? “You can’t stay in your corner of the Forest waiting for others to come to you. You have to go to them sometimes.”
—Winnie the Pooh
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