April 1, 2009
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Sitting in the kitchen, silent

but for the steady hum of the fridge,

resting upon the chair: my back upon its back,

my arms resting on its arms.

Over-burdened counters sagging with packages

Unattended to, forgotten and left.

the voices in the background, fading in and out.

Doors slamming with a sense of finality.

The melancholy, yet melodious beeping of the machines

As they run through their simple cycles.

Besides this, the kitchen is silent, silent and sad.

As I sit on the hard chair, staring out into nothing.

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EdytD said...
Apr. 23, 2009 at 9:08 pm
Given that I write while I am either angry or upset, most of my poems do tend to have a gloomy feel, and many of them are about being alone.
Mikal said...
Apr. 23, 2009 at 6:36 am
Hey EdytD! Wow! I love how you used personification in this poem! I personally hardly feel alone. It clearly shows in this poem you had ur share of lonely times!
EdytD said...
Apr. 13, 2009 at 4:42 pm
lol most people aren't in the kitchen at the time - the preferred place seems to be bedroom or somewhere slightly more comfortable. i originally wrote this for a writing course, actually, (the requirements were that it had to be about a kitchen) but i really liked it, so i put it on teenink.
TheDarkOne said...
Apr. 13, 2009 at 2:28 pm
I know what it is like to be alone. This ddescribes that feeling exactly, though for me it may be in a different place than in the kitchen, however, this is a very good piece or work.
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