Lights in the house go out. The electric
company has a recording. The time is 8:09
the mechanical voice states, electricity
will return to the area at 11:09.
Nice when life is so exact. I felt let
down when the lights came on at 10:01.
There are no guarantees.
9 comments:
There are no guarantees, Judy, with anything.
Pamela
Ah, life is never exact..which may be for better or worse, as your poem indicates.
I like this poem. It is all too human and real. Made me smile and know that I have done many similar things. Thanks,
Elizabeth
Nice to see something early for a change. Enjoyed that.
Interesting poem, Judy...that even a good thing can be disappointing when it reasserts that there are no guarantees.
I love this poem Judy,a simple instance of the absence of guarantees and our human desire to seek them.I like hte way you went deep from an every day instance.
haha! Good one. Liked it much.
Live in the moment. No electricity ? Stop the train and have a drink.
I like the twist in this poem; it made me laugh. The absurdity of that kind of exactitude, which we accept, and then feel disappointed when it doesn't go as we're told. You captured that so well.
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