Still life with leftovers

Monday mourning —
and mostly mundane
I’m drowning,
less breathing;
gathering my words
gardening the weeds,
and sun is lost
to leftovers for dinner.

Still Life by Pieter Aertsen

A short poem written inspired by Avant Gardener by Courtney Barnett and thanks to Marian at toads.

13 responses to “Still life with leftovers

  1. Bjorn. I believe you garden the words and pull up the weeds. This is clever, make the best you can with the leftovers, eat them rather than starve, reword as needed, leave as is, or put them on hold to see if they taste better another day.

  2. “breath-
    less breathing” … I love this phrase — and the idea of gardening the weeds. The title makes me giggle.

  3. Excellent title! You have captured the essence of a still life painting in your words, not too overt but the undertones carry weight.

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