Dinner For One
March 12, 2008 From the Three Word Wednesday website - Apartment, Began, Numb
There's nothing poetic
about an apartment.
Sure, there are times when
it feels like a home away
from home. Perhaps it began
that way for me.
But then you realize,
it is away from home.
You can only numb
yourself to that for so long
with cute Welcome Friends
doormats, ceramic cats on the mantel,
and another new wok
in which to cook
dinner for one.
I like your poem but I have to disagree. Dinner for one can be a great relief, or enjoyable--or even a wonderful experience
A delightfully deep piece with a layer of simplicity. I really enjoyed it...
Makes me wonder why the apartment isn't inhabited psychologically yet.
You can find my entry here: The Fire
Have a great day!
Pia,
the poem is not at all about the dinner for one. The point is about loneliness. There is nothing about which to agree or disagree. It's merely a vignette of how life was.
This feels sad and lonely. And I understand very well.
Cooking dinner for one always seems to leave you feeling alone. Or at least it does me.
I always think, loneliness is a state of mind. One can feel that way even in a relationship.
I do like your poem.
Can it get any worse than this?
i am so comfortable being alone,, it is my home more so than anywhere else in the world... and my home is happiest when it is serving dinner for one... oh and of course left overs for the dogs!!!!!
... i can say no... then i can say yes... it's a great poem anyhow..