Modern Art poem

Here is a poem of mine entitled Modern Art which was published in the first issue of Hum-Drum magazine.  You can check out issues of the magazine at http://www.hum-drum.com or http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=4549172459&v=wall

Modern Art

The glistening knives, spatulas and spoons,

Beneath the murky waters of the sink,

Hold their own like the stones

Thrown throughout my youth.

They hold their own, decaying knowingly,

Shining noticeably still after all these years.

Supplying empty mouths with food,

Before returning to the drawer.

And as they distract me from my chores,

I imagine the many occasions they’ve witnessed.

The celebratory birthdays and family around table,

When five seats were warmed,

Five sets of you prepared.

(Though mine were always held

The wrong way round).

And my moreish uncle became a member

Of the clean plate society,

Can you help me return to the same security?

Can you hold this digital image of

Youth on my retina?

Before it has all collapsed!

The decaying of the old table,

Into smaller separate ones.

Or the meals on laps,

Each with plate and cutlery, separate worries.

Beginning the dips in conversation,

The TV buzzing...

The glistening knives, spatulas and spoons,

Beneath the murky waters of the sink,

Hold their own like the stones

Thrown throughout my youth.