Breakfast, Capsized
In an effort to not set off the fire alarm
in our shared accomodations
I find myself manhandling a toaster
at 6:30 in the morning, fighting
a stray burning sliver of English muffin,
jabbing a utensil, upending, jostling,
praying for silent
resolution
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you did such an excellent job making a seemingly small moment so largely descriptive! i have lived this moment several times!
Love this! Such a fresh and creative take on a moment.
Nice capture of a panic driven moment!
Thanks all! I love how this writing challenge lets us turn the small moments of a day into poetry, because we need to find *something* for today, when in the rest of the year they might not feel “important” enough to write a poem about.
I love this comment and wholeheartedly agree. I find myself thinking: I could make a poem out of that! As others have said, I enjoyed the silent panic expressed in this poem and with an assortment of utensils no less!
you do a great job with this small moments. always a bit of whimsy