Thread: Your Table - a poem.

We got an assignment in English class to write a poem about a table. That's all we got for a prompt, so I came up with this. It's very loose still (I wrote this in about fifteen minutes), but I'd love comments or suggestions. IMHO the third verse is the one that flows the best.

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I am your table,
Insignificant, inert, and unmotivated
I am symbolic of humble beginnings
Shadowed quickly by uncouth endings.

I await you at the high points of the day
Awaiting the post of a dinner plate,
Your soulmate's response to a meal well served,
And their inevitable sweet comments.

I am you and your spouse's table,
Connecting two halves of otherwise empty shells
Disputing loneliness in favor of happiness
But shadowed by one final quarrel.

I await you at that low point of the day
Awaiting the careless post of those dinner plates (yet again),
The brunt of your spouse backbiting your poor conduct,
And the inevitable crack of a fist when enough is enough.

Their fighting hurts these woody sinews
Sanctified by varnish and careful artistry
Their loving care has gone aloof
And off to a place their minds have forgotten

I am nobody’s table,
Only but a center of disagreement
They used to nurture emotions at my side
Now, they burn me as they cannot decide whose side I am on.