Poetry Among the Furniture

Words found

Crumpled, drying,

withered thoughts -

so alive last night.

Shifting seats

bump feet-

coffee cups-

unmatched chairs.

Earnest complicated

phrasing

close listened.

Morning sun

rests on dead

husks, shadows

echos of thoughts.

The room is quiet

only poetry

scraps among furniture.

The photo above was posted by my poetry professor in a post promoting teaching resources for poetry.

(https://web.sas.upenn.edu/afilreis/2017/06/20/modpos-teacher-resource-center-trc-invitation-to-join-us/)

The image made me think of all the places i have read or heard poetry and the morning after, the place is the same, but the magic left with the poets.