Watermark: Snapshot Poem 18 October 02006

18 October 2006

Snapshot Poem 18 October 02006

I don't want to get up.
I don't want to walk the dogs.
I don't want to write a poem.

Perhaps I'll tidy the livingroom.
Perhpas I'll cook a meal.
Perhaps I'll watch the television.

I don't want to write a poem.
Out the window, only grey.
In the house, darkness, and

demanding pets. I don't want
to get up. I don't want to walk
the dogs. I don't want to write

a poem.

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Feeling almost EXACTLY that way right now. Is it the weather?

Posted by: patry | 18 October 2006 at 06:53 PM

I don't know. The news, maybe?

In any case, sometimes all you can do is go with the resistance...

Posted by: SB | 18 October 2006 at 06:58 PM

I love this!

Posted by: Patia | 18 October 2006 at 10:14 PM

This was great..lol I can't count the number of times I have felt exactly like this..thanks for sharing your day..it's nice to know that we all have them from time to time or even a lot..:)..m

Posted by: madd | 18 October 2006 at 11:42 PM

fun and familiar, I must say

Posted by: ren.kat | 19 October 2006 at 05:41 AM

You definitely captured that feeling of resistance and avoidance in very few words. Very nice!
--Robin

Posted by: R's Musings | 19 October 2006 at 06:47 AM

I'm glad that you went ahead anyway & wrote it. This is delightful. (Did you get any of the other things done?)

Posted by: Dick | 19 October 2006 at 07:16 AM

I wish I didn't feel this way so often! How well you've expressed it - wonderful simplicity.

Posted by: TwilightSpider | 19 October 2006 at 11:00 AM

I love this poem. It's perfect for pretty much every day. Thanks for sharing.

Posted by: Poetwithadayjob | 19 October 2006 at 11:09 AM

Can't be the weather. I feel that way and it's gorgeous outside here.

I have an interview today I don't want to go to. Why do people want me to work? Stupid people.

Posted by: donna | 19 October 2006 at 11:10 AM

I've had a lot of "I don't want to's" today, too!

Posted by: deb | 19 October 2006 at 01:30 PM

I took down my bedroom curtains to see the yellow leaves.
Then it snowed.
Baby, it's cold outside.

I don't want to get up.
I don't want to feed the cats.
I don't want to trek to the bathroom barefoot.

The cats walk up and down me. (Barefoot.)
They cry in my ears.
"We're starving."
(They weigh far too much and have dry food.)

I can resist them.
But not my bladder.
"I'm UP!"
Wasn't that an advertisement for cat food?

I go back to bed.
The cats, now full, join me.
Tomorrow the curtains go back up.

Posted by: Mary Scriver | 19 October 2006 at 02:57 PM

you really did inspire lots of comments with this one, SB. I avoided the prompt by be contrary ... didn't write a thing of my own, at least not poetry. instead I catered to the visual imp inside me for this weeks PT prompt. I avoided my own damn poetry.

I like your poem's simplicity and rhythm -- I read it aloud -- sounds like someone being stubborn and blue.

Posted by: maureen | 19 October 2006 at 08:27 PM

Hi SB,
Its an extraordinary poem about ordinary things in life!
well done!
cheers!

Posted by: abhay | 20 October 2006 at 06:19 AM

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