“dinner plate”

Written for:  The Twiglets #155 – “dinner plate”

The cat
would only eat
from a dinner plate.

She fixed her plate
making sure
none of the food touched.

white sturdy stock
carried swiftly on trays
plates in a diner

A young man who hailed from Boston
came to New York’s Grand Central Station
He was meeting his girl
a vision in red curls
but instead viewed green hair, and tattooed albatross.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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4 Responses to “dinner plate”

  1. Jules says:

    I actually knew someone who has that phobia of different foods touching….
    And then you get the twits who are getting breakfast and insist on a perfect yolk only to cut it up with a knife!

    Fun reads as always. I don’t have to dye my hair it’s coming in naturally white and silver… 🙂

    (On each post with a “Banking” segment there is a link to the other segments. I’ll keep writing it as long as I’m having fun. – thank you.)


  2. Misky says:

    Such a fun limerick!


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