Someone who thinks the kiosks will increase profits by reducing staffing costs made the decision. Funny thing. These offices still have the same number of staff, but they refuse to talk to you.
I have a deep fondness for toasters, and the way they so often fail at their one, simple, transformative task.
They make me feel better about my own multiple failures :)
I also love the way they start out bright and shiny and clean and perfect seeming, then slowly tarnish and fill with crumbs, and lose their supposedly infallible settings.
As one who drops most of the things i try to pick up all I really love this. Oozes frustration. And what a great linebthis is..."the hard-as-nails soul of the biscuit cutter".
Thanks, Sarah. I decided to just post it. It irritates me that posting here is counted as "publication" by most journals. I have begun to submit again. I write so much now, and get so excited, that I forget to reserve some poems for submitting.
Yes, I know that feeling! I get excited and want to share stuff right away, I have little patience for "hoarding the good stuff" and then waiting and waiting for a possible acceptance. It would be much kinder to writers if more publications accepted what's already been published on what is essentially a personal blog.
My nemesis is the kiosk at my pharmacy. Lately I find myself wondering what would happen if I tased the kiosk.
OMG YES! So many doctor's offices have put in those stupid kiosks. They slow things down. They are stupid. How decided this was a good idea??
Someone who thinks the kiosks will increase profits by reducing staffing costs made the decision. Funny thing. These offices still have the same number of staff, but they refuse to talk to you.
I love this and I relate, only in my case it is random kids toys always underfoot and in the worst places instead of kitchen equipment.
I have moved past the mislaid toys, but I remember!
Out of all these inspired lines, the one that hits the hardest is "I cannot change it." Thank you for sharing, my dear friend.
Because I just cannot. The laws of physics. If I had created the world it would be quite different. No tangle of cords!!
Poem for Calling the Spirit Back from Wandering the Earth in its Human Feet. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ouqljb5g1eU
Oh those last lines! Suddenly from the everyday despair, the reader is elevated to the grit of stubborn survival!!!
"and my enormous sorrow of knowing
I cannot change it
and that I will not
yield gracefully
to its inevitability."
Such Immersion into the mundane. Beautiful Rebecca
Thanks so much, N.
Yeah i feel that. The life that just keeps coming!
Yep! Coming for us all.
You made me smile, dear Rebecca….
I have a deep fondness for toasters, and the way they so often fail at their one, simple, transformative task.
They make me feel better about my own multiple failures :)
I also love the way they start out bright and shiny and clean and perfect seeming, then slowly tarnish and fill with crumbs, and lose their supposedly infallible settings.
Just like us.
Best Wishes - Dave :)
Good metaphor!
The first stanza got me!! I am the type to throw a misfiring toaster straight out the window lol
Glad it got you, Alex.
I love this A LOT, Rebecca. Such a talent for taking us places i never dreamed I could go to. I will return to this.
Thank you, Richard.
As one who drops most of the things i try to pick up all I really love this. Oozes frustration. And what a great linebthis is..."the hard-as-nails soul of the biscuit cutter".
Ain't it the truth? The tangle of cords beside my chair becomes epic in just 1 day.
love this
Thanks, Tanya. Are you also in the group?
SO GOOD!! How you manage to make the mundane both spiritual and hilarious. Loved hearing you read this yesterday.
Thanks, Sarah. I decided to just post it. It irritates me that posting here is counted as "publication" by most journals. I have begun to submit again. I write so much now, and get so excited, that I forget to reserve some poems for submitting.
Yes, I know that feeling! I get excited and want to share stuff right away, I have little patience for "hoarding the good stuff" and then waiting and waiting for a possible acceptance. It would be much kinder to writers if more publications accepted what's already been published on what is essentially a personal blog.
amen