It's Still Life

Stream of Consciousness Saturday: 4 September

Above the dim stir
and clatter of dishes, 
    we sit
    content at tables.

Dinner talk.
Tea and sugar.
Blossoms and ash.

We,
the ages,
playing cards.

Pale world
drifting
in constellations,

five stars
        look like a cat.

And this dull pencil
has lost its
sharpened pin.

Dull lines is all
it writes. It seems to me

there’s not one earthly thing
that a word has left untouched.

written for Stream of Consciousness Saturday “pins”  #SOCS Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter   ©Misky 2021