They say eyes are mirrors of the soul
I think I have one for my mind too
It sits there idly waiting for me
These days, the wait spans out to days
Rock solid support personified
It tells me what’s wrong with my mind
Hey, you are cluttered today
Just lift some of my weight away
It screams with helplessness sometimes
When days of work piles and piles
And yes, am I too forgetful to remember?
Where the hell, I kept my scissors?
It seems to tease me for all the extra load
Sometimes it hides things on purpose
I promise, I never misplace things
It just vanishes, all the fault is with the table!
And when I am working too hard at nights
Sometimes, it smiles with glittery eyes
Behind all those rocky ups and downs
It stood there to witness how backstage was aligned



Aditi ~ this is a lovely poem. Thank you for sharing it!
It isn’t written from the perspective of the household object itself, but I really enjoyed reading it nonetheless 😀
❤
David
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Thanks David ❣️
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This is a beautiful poem
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Thank you ❣️
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hi, Aditi ❤
I just wanna let you know that this week's W3 prompt, hosted by the amazing Michelle Ayon Navajas, is now live:
Enjoy! 🙂
Sincerely,
David
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