Do it.
"Excuse me?" I ask,
looking up from my book.
No one is there
so I dive back into the novel.
Do it.
I can't believe
I'm about to do this.
But I answer the teacup on the table,
"Who me?"
Yes you. Do it.
"Do what?" I ask.
And I begin to worry about myself.
Talking to a flower like this.
You know. Do it.
"I don't know what
you are talking about."
And I check to make sure the server
is not watching me.
But I must admit,
the teacup is more interesting
than the plot of the book.
Do it.
I finally pay attention.
"OK," I say. "Really.
Do what?"
What you want. Do it.
I sigh.
What does it mean? Do what?
Change jobs?
Take the vacation?
Start the novel I'm afraid to write?
Contact the friends I lost touch with?
Is it telling me
to run for office?
to get a checkup?
to pay my bills?
I sigh again.
"Please tell me," I say.
"What thing should I do?"
Do it. Order pie.
[A poem inspired by this week's prompt at Poetry Thursday, "imagined dialogue in poems"]
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8 comments:
Very cute -- and I love the ending!
Quite the unexpected ending - a clever poem.
Hee hee! I loved this! Next time someone tells me to "do it", I'll order some pie!
Oh gosh, I can totally relate to that one!
LOL. So did you? And what kind?
:)
thanks, everyone, for your comments.
ljcohen -
often and i'm not terribly picky. years ago i ate pie twice a day on a vacation in Nova Scotia!
This is wonderful..it so made me smile!
Glad to have found you! I'm cuious too, what pie did you have?
~Alexandra's Friend~
I just had to come back...I saw my very favourite quote in your profile-
'The Moving Finger Writes, and having Writ....'
I grew up with that! My dad taught me some of Omar Khayyam's work by heart...I love memories like this!
So, for you, I've posted a few of my other O.K favourites.
Enjoy!
~Alexandra's Friend~
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