tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375684657483536810.post8677534350511865283..comments2024-03-24T11:00:49.738-05:00Comments on Live Your Poem...: LIFE OF A TOASTERIrene Lathamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04905936104127707762noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375684657483536810.post-11201595119235033062005-11-11T17:27:00.000-06:002005-11-11T17:27:00.000-06:00I think I'll try this with my third graders, great...I think I'll try this with my third graders, great idea!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375684657483536810.post-43878497316443801672005-11-12T11:23:00.000-06:002005-11-12T11:23:00.000-06:00Very fresh, raw draft of a poem below. Thank you f...Very fresh, raw draft of a poem below. Thank you for the exercise. I found a poem that I didn't know was there!<br><br>Oak Desk Ode<br><br>At home with hand-me-down furniture,<br>discount couch aerated by scissors<br>and spotted with dog-drool.<br><br>Hulking compared to grandma’s<br>barber table, mirror frame for<br>girl’s play and a tiny key<br><br>to open a secret garden<br>of napkin rings, stale smelling<br>linen napkins, and ivory tapers.<br><br>Hand-rubbed with lemon oil<br>until now, now neglected<br>in a house running on clutter control.<br><br>The oak desk homecoming from <br>the used furniture store, assembled<br>three parts stacked heavy into place.<br><br>Mismatched nobs, missing handle,<br>16 slots revealed by lifted roll top<br>pre-labeled: glasses, keys, bills.<br><br>Colored beads roll in file drawer<br>when opened, scars of burns<br>and scratches welcome more.<br><br>A poem calls to create the man<br>who sat here, along a life of layered<br>strata, granddaughter dropping<br><br>treasure between his important<br>files, but no, this is my desk now<br>dark in the corner I a descend<br><br>the stairs each morning<br>paper layers accumulating<br>slots filled with moments<br><br>reclaimed as I open the blinds.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com