Paola Degli Esposti

Veteran Poet - 1,652 Points (22/03/1962 / Bologna)

Scrambled And Portentous - Poem by Paola Degli Esposti

and portentous
It comes the sound of a song
out of the kitchen.
And i am cooking,
and i am yawning,
not a drop of milk
not even a rice crisp.
Cereals not to mention,
but eggs are on my plate
now. My cellular already flips.
I run towards
the table,
and you steal
my glasses.
No, I can't see well without them,
we start the day
with a clash betweent us.
and portentous
good morning to you.

Topic(s) of this poem: day of reconciliation

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 30, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, September 16, 2016

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