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She laid on the floor
Broken in a dozen places
She wouldn't be used anymore
She couldn't be put back together
She was part of a set
They were a striking pair
He will still be around
Doing what he does best
She was swept up in annoyance
Cussed at in bitterness
The little bowl now gone
So long, sugar!
Note: Currier and Ives sugar and creamer
I did not break anything, I just felt like writing about it.
Ooooo, I love old china and dishware. And I love your writing too!
ReplyDeleteWell I am glad you did not break anything. I love your writing too.take care. have a good day.
ReplyDeleteI am a big fan of dishes, this sugar and creamer is really nice, and I love your poem. Have a great Thursday......:-) Hugs
ReplyDeleteWonderfully written. I loved reading it. Glad you didn't break them...:)
ReplyDeleteToodles!:)
"So long, sugar!"
ReplyDeleteClassic line, TB. Brings to mind Casablanca. LOVED IT!
Love the poem! Glad no dishes were harmed in the making.
ReplyDeleteAt first I thought you had smashed these gorgeous pieces!
ReplyDeletethis was fun and cute...with a sprinkling of empty nest there at the end...i love it when you write poetry
ReplyDeleteyou're funny!
ReplyDeletegreat writing!
ReplyDeletealthough I was worried to think that there was a deeper meaning!
I'm glad nothing broke, because the set is never the same when one of them is gone. :(
ReplyDeleteThey are a striking pair and I'm glad they are both intact.
ReplyDelete"So long, sugar!" Hmmm?
I love this...So true to life...
ReplyDeleteThey have been together through eons, through thick and thin, rain and drought, abundance and scarcity... so it's sure a good thing that this was fantasy and not reality. Fun post.
ReplyDeletePoor sugar! I'm glad nothing was broken.
ReplyDeleteHaha! So long sugar! Awesome!
ReplyDeleteCasey
LOL hon...I loved that. As a lover of wonderful old pottery and glass..I was holding my breath and feeling so sad for you..but you made me smile instead!
ReplyDeleteHugs to you hon, Sarah
Love it, sugar....
ReplyDeleteA beautiful set, for sure...from a beautiful poetess...xoxoxox
Very cute. Loved the "So long, sugar!"
ReplyDeleteI just wanted to let you know that I have read your poem, and that it stopped me in my tracks.
ReplyDeleteMy grandmother had this same Currier and Ives set! Glad you really didn't break a piece.
ReplyDeleteI love to read you~
ReplyDeleteYeah, fiction is always way better than fact. :)
ReplyDeleteNow try and break a couple of plates for taste :)
My wife got out an old tea set she had as a little girl; she wanted our granddaughter to be able to play with it. Then a cup got broken - there are these mixed feelings when you want the joy of sharing something special with a grand child but the sadness when part of it is broken forever.
ReplyDeleteI can't quit you.
ReplyDeleteCool poem. I couldn't decide if it were literal or metaphorical, or maybe a little of both. But maybe that's the secret to a good poem. It doesn't reveal too much and leaves some questions lingering.
ReplyDeletenice!! I love the way you, inspires me to want to write again. :) (love the pic too :)
ReplyDeleteThat's a huge flashback to my youth and my grandparent's house. They had the exact same set of dishes. I wonder what happened to them.....
ReplyDeletexo
I am enjoying your writing indeed
ReplyDeleteI'll very glad no bowls were harmed in the production of your post.
ReplyDeleteIt's fun to give life to inanimate objects.
Did you ever see Bent Objects by Terry Border? I think you would like it.
.... she couldn't be put back together....
ReplyDeleteSometimes things can never be the way they were ever again, I agree. xoxo
Haha, that was neat.
ReplyDeleteI love the way your mind thinks!
ReplyDeleteNice analogy!
ReplyDeleteI have some Currier and Ives pieces, and yours are simply yummy. Your poem is yummy. Funny and sweet and bitter too.
ReplyDeleteYou are a fabulous writer. Wow.
ReplyDeletePhew that you didn't break anything :)
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely poem, and I am so glad your precious china is still intact! More, please!
ReplyDeleteNice poem, feel like I should break somthing hehehe you have a gift of writing poem.!
ReplyDeletewrite away you talented one !
ReplyDeleteand the woodpeckers are different.....you probably have downey woodpeckers....we have those too and when they're together you can see the striking difference between them....
they really are amazing but cripes they can be so destructive !
Great story!! Very talented!!
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you didn't break anything. I was feeling very sad, looking at the photo and reading the words, as I have a number of items, saved from early childhood, that it would break my heart to see broken.
ReplyDeleteI love the way your mind works.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad that she isn't really broken. I have many sugar and creamer sets from my family that go back to the late 1800's.
ReplyDeleteLove old china too. Glad you didn't break anything.
ReplyDeleteMaggie
Nuts in May
Glad nothing was broken. The photo brought back memories of my late former MIL. She would always ask me to sit with her and have a cup of coffee, her days were long and boring and she loved the company.
ReplyDeleteI took it to be about a relationship and not about China. was I right?
ReplyDeleteI love that you assigned different genders to the sugar bowl and creamer.
ReplyDeleteps. Just found the time to listen to your hubby's music and you asked me for my opinion. It sounds professional to me, and it's obvious he can really play the guitar. I can see it being really popular as background music in a restaurant or bar. It has a real Eric Clapton feel to it, but here in the UK that sound is quite dated now. It would be good to hear some vocals too. :)
ReplyDeleteIt's a beautiful set, so glad to hear they are both still intact. But it was fun to read your poem. :)
ReplyDeleteA wonderful poem.Images are striking..
ReplyDeleteBeautiful china!
ReplyDeleteKind of sums up how I feel sometimes...
They are very beautiful. I also love the poem. It had me fooled at first, as I thought it was about a person. The last line fits perfectly.
ReplyDeleteHere's to many more years of loving service!
Nice poem, and I've been there many times, and not just broken dishes, but sweeping up the pieces of my life too!
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