Something standing in a house
eight years unmoving
should be family–
those people
we cannot move easily,
stubbing toes
sometimes on their hard edges
& them without the grace or ability
to apologize (it was our toes
kicking them after all)
either way
something should be said
about the fridge dying
besides a complaint
that the beer is warm as piss
as the scrapper wheels the corpse
out the door, like maybe
thanks for all the ice cream
At Dverse, it is all about doors, and I reworked a piece about something wheeled out of a door 😉
Susan Daniels Poetry 
ah…..out loud chuckle for this one! Smiling I am. Great take on the prompt….thanks so much for posting 🙂
Thanks, Lillian! I have been trying to figure out what to do with this rework… And then saw the prompt 😉
It was perfect! So glad you joined us.
Hope you’ll meander about a bit as folks open more doors for this prompt:)
I most definitely will 😉
Oh how fun. I guess in a way, we do have relationships with those things…sometimes a bit adversarial. Great, unique response to the prompt!
LOL, thanks, Victoria! I think my relationship with the vacuum cleaner is even worse than this one 😉
I like this muchly.. I was so angry at beting “betrayed” by our fridge after an incredible length of time, that I manhandled the monster myself out the door. Never gonna do that again! Thanks for all the ice cream – indeed! Glad you joined us over here.
Hah! Yes, it is a betrayed feeling, isn’t it?
I kicked it first…because well, betrayed. LOL
Hahaha!
I love the contradictions coming together in this poem!
thank you! I had fun with this one 😉
Can safely say, I never had to experience this joy, of a fridge breaking down on me. Unlike my uncle and aunt, who were on vacation, when it happen. Lets just say, their house had an unique scent to it, for a few weeks, before it disappear. Luckily, it was still under warranty. Is that ice cream, butterscotch? If so, may I have some?
The ice cream can be any flavor you wish 😉
Ha.. yes that specific door we have to treat with care… (and don’t forget the plums)
Hee, hee. Sorry. I ate them. 😉
I think we are poet nerds
Hell, yes! I’m just thrilled I got your reference.
🙂
I smiled a lot while reading this piece; for so many of us have pushed through doors into darkness today, death, despair, the unknown. Nice that you found a creative way to use the door prompt; what fun.
Thanks, Glenn! This was a fun, wry piece for me. Glad it made you smile.
Such a delightful take on the prompt 😀
Thank you!
This reminds me of a poem by Sarah Kay of a romance between a bicycle wheel and a toothbrush. A really fantastic poem, with lots of emotion.
I am going to have to read that!
She’s a spoken word poet. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BIAQENsqcuM
Heavens. I LOVED that. Thank you for the link, Carol!
Thank you!
That. Was. Fabulous.
Awwwww. I love this take. We DO get disgusted when things die, don’t we? Instead of thankfulness for all they were while they were here. Thanks for all the ice cream. Thanks for all the clean clothes. Thanks for all the perfect toast. Thanks for all the memories. 😉
Hee, hee. We are an entitled, ungrateful lot 😉
I am smiling as I read this ~ Sad to say goodbye when it was keeping all our ice cream, chocolotes and cakes ~ Hey, good to see you Susan ~
Good to see you too, Grace. And thanks 😉
Very fun – yes, thanks for all the ice cream.
Thanks!
We had a brand new fridge that smelled like fish when the doors were opened…. we gladly got rid of that. I love the line “thanks for all the ice cream”
Pee-yeew! LOL.
Interesting take on the prompt.
Enjoyed this very much. Dang fridge! Warm beer… and the scrapper… well done.
*a moment of silence for the steel corpse*
The fridge! Definitely one of my favorite doors! 😀 Clever take on the prompt, Susan!
Excellent. Loved this.
Thank you!
My fridge is so old it is, indeed, family! Grew up with it. Still keeps the beer and wine wonderfully cold.
Awesome and glad you liked!
Oh! Meant to add it’s a wonderful poem.
Haha – fabulous! They serve us well, our white goods, we take them for granted until they give up the ghost. Only then do we notice them!
Thank you, and you’re right!
Doors oF tools
of human kind..
Guns and Roses..
Cars and Homes
yes.. fridges..
and stoves..
sticks
and
stones..
all doors
extending
human touch..:)
Nice!
Thanks for
The inspiration
Susan..:)!
LOL Thanks for all the ice cream — indeed. Love your tongue-in-cheek take on this prompt! Thanks for the giggles. 🙂
THank you!