It took all day to get going.
I spent the morning off
like an antiquated fax machine.
You prodded me occasionally,
kicked me, checked I was still breathing.
But all you got back
was a flashing yellow light.
The manual says I need calibrating.
You think I need replacing
with a newer, quicker model.
One without the flashing yellow light.
(Liam Wilkinson)
More Poetry from Liam Wilkinson:
Liam Wilkinson Poems based on Topics: Light, Morning, Breathing- EARBONE (Liam Wilkinson Poems)
- HAIR (Liam Wilkinson Poems)
- BACK BEDROOM BAROQUE (Liam Wilkinson Poems)
- THE EXECUTION (Liam Wilkinson Poems)
- ELECTION DAY CAMPAIGN (Liam Wilkinson Poems)
- OUR FOUR MONTHS (Liam Wilkinson Poems)
Readers Who Like This Poem Also Like:
Based on Topics: Light Poems, Morning Poems, Breathing PoemsBased on Keywords: antiquated, manual, replacing, prodded, fax, calibrating
- The Song Of Hiawatha IV: Hiawatha And Mudjekeewis (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
- Book V - Part 02 - Against Teleological Concept (Lucretius Poems)
- The Song Of Hiawatha V: Hiawatha's Fasting (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
- The Triumph Of Melancholy (James Beattie Poems)
- Devon's Poly-Obion (Joanna Baillie Poems)