Open and revel in the shapes, colors.
In the possibilities.
Now lift pen
and lower onto paper
as one does a spoon
dipping into soup,
for it is morning
and you are hungry.
You like soup for breakfast while I prefer granola These days the fruits and vegetables intermingle in no particular disorder from bin to bin Some poets stick their heads into ovens I prefer the freezer My frozen grin alongside the last chocolate dipped banana
refrigerator pops, snaps with surprise -- hunger pains, indigestion following days stuffed with castilian olives, hot sauce, kim chee. Sometimes a poem is over stuffed, sometimes starving for attention. At night le frigo (French for refrigerator) sighs moans...love me...love me for my frozen blessedness. A well crafted, deeply imagined poem can freeze a moment.
H/c
ReplyDeleteDestiny pokes its head in the door
and says do you need anything?
In this corner of her walk
she wishes she had something cold
Wondering cannot be helped
when her family is waiting
When will the nearest phone booth
present a chance to call out?
You like soup for breakfast
ReplyDeletewhile I prefer granola
These days
the fruits and vegetables
intermingle
in no particular disorder
from bin to bin
Some poets stick their heads
into ovens
I prefer the freezer
My frozen grin alongside
the last chocolate dipped banana
refrigerator pops, snaps with surprise -- hunger pains, indigestion following days stuffed with castilian olives, hot sauce, kim chee.
ReplyDeleteSometimes a poem is over stuffed, sometimes starving for attention.
At night le frigo (French for refrigerator) sighs moans...love me...love me for my frozen blessedness.
A well crafted, deeply imagined poem can freeze a moment.
now empty,
Nancy W.