I have no dining table
no need for one
I eat on my only piece of furniture
I sleep on it as well
my sofa has many uses
the leftovers were good
hope they're not spoiled
I wouldn't notice either way
meanwhile it sits on the opposite wall
keeping watch of the room
observing every inch
no movement at all
like a speck
so small yet so large
I feel annoyed by its presence
its hideous
I roll up a magazine
and face it
its like a duel
we're eye to eye
it is very still
looking straight into me
and as repulsive as it may be
I put the magazine back down
I sit back down
observing the room
some company is needed
I join my new friend in the silence
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I have experienced the same thing, Miguel. Very enjoyable poem. Thanks for sharing Peace
I'm glad you enjoyed it. Thank you for reading.