Friday, 28 August 2009

The Plank

A lady

in a meditation group,

her long hair plaited like rope,

with a cabin boy smile and

40 year old pirate’s eyes

said ’The one trouble with

meditation is I fall

fast asleep’.

 

She produced a stale air-bed,

puffed it loudly, added a

sheet, a pillow, polka dot

duvet, plumped her cloudy craft,

yawned, de-robed, boarded up and

pulled away.


20 comments:

  1. Very well written. Really enjoyed this write =)

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  2. Great meter, rhythm, narrative, images; insightful and funny, thank you :-)

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  3. Hehehe, I have encountered such persons at meditation sessions so I do not doubt the existence of this one.

    A nice, straightforward rhythm here.

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  4. Good one. Particularly liked, "… plumped her cloudy craft …".

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  5. Sometimes I read and don't look inside the lines this time I took time and really enjoyed this..Many thanks . j.

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  6. Very nice. I really like this. Keep up the good work.

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  7. "Polka dot duvet." Perfect!

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  8. i will put a like on it. it is funny and more funny.

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  9. Interesting poem: what one might call a Max Planck, eh?

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