Friday, December 30, 2011

Bowl. What does bowl have in common with a poem?

Neither full.
Neither empty.


Happy New Year! Celebrate with a bowl of deliciousness & may all your words be sweet & sassy.

1 comment:

  1. trying once & once again

    a fair and faded jumpalong

    to meet the new town's squire

    No bowl of soup/no glass of wine--

    a hand full of mandarins

    a kiss in the meadow--

    someone rings a bell

    and it begins again