Saturday, April 12, 2014

National Poetry Month 12 of 30: Remote Control

Remote Control

I wait quietly alone.
As he enters
the living room
I hear him
asking for me,
until he finds me
resting on the table,
tucked inside the couch,
waiting on an armrest,
or abandoned near the tv.
He smiles,
wraps his hands
around me,
sits down
in his big fluffy recliner,
puts his feet up,
pushes my buttons.
Evenings together
are my daily delight.

© Cathy L. Mere 2014

April is National Poetry Month.  Again this year, inspired by Mary Lee Hahn, I'm joining other poetry bloggers (view links in sidebar) taking the challenge to share poetry each day during the month of April.  For thirty days my hope is to write a new poem each day.  The first two years I took this challenge I wrote any poem that found me.  This year, however, I've decided to try to write a poem about an object each day.  If you've read Billy Collins' poem, The Lanyard, you may have noticed the way he took an object to tell a much more meaningful story of his relationship with his mother.  My hope is to find the deeper significance in the things around me.


  1. I don't want to be technical, but I think this was published on the 13th not the 12th, lol... By the way, how did you get in my house today... The remote control here could have written those words...

  2. Ah-the evening delight. To take the remote and have it speak is giving it a lot of power, Cathy! Watch out!


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