Image: Stressed out Needing Refreshment
Upon Arriving Home (here)
the three onomatopoeia words are:
plop howl munch
it had been such a hard day's night
trudging in slowly through the door
he plopped down hard with such delight
onto the padded chair minus the roar
most times it accompanied the walk
when arriving home usually beaming
very much unlike a fallen rose stalk
worn out then pending sweet dreams
howls of laughter earlier were the mood
munching chomp, chomp at the goodies
the live-wire at the party now subdued
the fast lane could end in such drudgeries
Carrie's the Sunday Muse #59
Sherry's at PU's Poetry Pantry #482
Those long nights will sure get you in the end.
ReplyDeleteLong nights and seemingly endless days!
DeletePerception is a wonderful thing. And your choice of title made me see the image in a completely different way. The first time I saw it, I thought about how the flower was dying of thirst. But after reading your poem--the word delight, in particular--brought images of someone bowing to a person they really like (maybe in jest, but full warmth).
ReplyDeleteRegardless of Magaly's coment that flower is still dying within sight of water for the narrator to contemplate his poor life choice and its consequence.
ReplyDeleteHe gave it his all at the party and now back to reality.
ReplyDeleteHa, one can only stay in the 'fast lane' for so long before that tiredness sets in! Seems metaphoric to me.
ReplyDeleteThat delight in been and having done came through
ReplyDeleteI can so relate to that hard plop Hank! I love the different persective you have shown us with the photo! Wonderful!! Speaking of delight,it is a delight to see you at the Muse today! We have missed you!
ReplyDeleteLovely to see you, Hank. I like your lively interpretation of the photo. That tired, delighted plopping down into the chair made me smile. I do a lot of plopping these days.
ReplyDelete"he plopped down hard with such delight / onto the padded chair minus the roar" Those lines made me smile. I imagined someone tired, weary, worn out, flopping onto the furniture, and mouth opens wide but it's not a roar it's a yawn.
ReplyDeleteHaha I too liked the plopping down in the chair. After a busy day at work I often plop myself down to try and de-stress. Thirsty for a bit of peace.
ReplyDeleteI have to love pending sweet dreams ;)
I cannot remember any longer having such energy to be able to party all night... but occasionally I plop all the same.
ReplyDeleteThis is excellent! I resonate with the weariness after a long and hard day.❤️
ReplyDeleteNothing like being able to flop down after a long night.
ReplyDelete...playing hard will do that!
ReplyDeleteI like how you write this - I suppose we all can relate to that feeling of coming back to reality after a hard night's fun.
ReplyDeleteSome clever wordsmithing here. I love the juxtaposition of the image of the rose dying of thirst and life in the fast lane.
ReplyDeleteThe only long nights I want to have these days involve sitting at home writing. I am not much fun.
ReplyDeleteOh, I like that you added another onomatopoeic word: chomp.
ReplyDeleteAfter a long hard day it feels so good to plop and finally rest.
ReplyDeleteAhhh, reality can be be a slap in the face or a grateful sigh when curling into a comfortable chair.
ReplyDeleteTrue story for some as they lose the fire.
ReplyDeleteParty is no fun without the live-wire.
Subdued is the mood, absent is the desire.
Love that middle stanza, Hank. Seems to bring it all together.
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