Dilemma

 

To sit, to relax
To relieve my aching legs
To place my many heavy bags on the floor and stop the screaming protests of my tired arms
To force open my stiff hands, moulded into claws by the finger biting handles of my carrier bags
To roll my now hunched shoulders and breathe out a satisfied groan

 

To perch my derrière down
and lift the weight...'the weight of the world' off my feet
To relent to their pounding shouts of pain to "please, please give us rest!"

 

To sit on this bench of Arctic properties and endure
as my tender cheeks clench and a surprised yelp escapes my chattering teeth
As my heart jack-hammers into my throat and cold radiates through my rear end
To sit on this seat of metal
designed to punish the unwary traveller
who thinks to blissfully sink into relief upon it deceptive surface

 

To sit and freeze my arse
or stand and suffer for its protection

Author's Note

Beware the frigid metal bench
It's natural habitats are bus shelters and wooded parks

Reviews

[sakshi arora]

i liked the way you have magnified small details

[Jo Todd]

Thanks, I wanted to write something about the little things for a change. Something doesn't have to be big to be appreciated

[Shivam Murari]

I always thought we used to sit and heat our arse.
Nice poem, by the way. Good read. Little out of meter but nice. Things come out clearly.

[Jo Todd]

I wasn't too bothered about the meter in this one, supposed to be just a funny little poem. Its about taking something you normally wouldn't bother to write about and exaggerating it, blowing it out of proportion.

[Shivam Murari]

That was clear :P :)

[Troy Henson]

A very descriptive piece and you've done well at capturing Imagination. Imagery is also great.
Nice work
Regards

[Jo Todd]

Thanks, glad you like it. I tried my best to get across the feeling and sensations in this poem am glad it worked