Katharine Byrd


Warped Chopstick - Poem by Katharine Byrd

In a pack of plenty,
Bowed I stand out.
I am maimed, but not useless.
I am used to test the palate.

I confuse, confound and frustrate those who touch me.
Yet on they come, trying their ways to manipulate me.

I am good for many things,
But only encompassed for one.

© K. Byrd 2005

Listen to this poem:

Comments about Warped Chopstick by Katharine Byrd

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 29, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 29, 2006


[Report Error]