Monday, July 25, 2011

Admit. What does poetry admit to?

The sound of its words including the silence and/rattle of space.

With cooking, food admits to the engery of it's ingredients and always steps up to the plate with color.
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  1. SusanJuly 26, 2011 at 12:01 PM

    at times when her pies were better
    we were not supposed to tell
    though all the blueberries picked
    were off the vine that very day
    how could she not win the contest
    the one never talked about
    the one with no prize ribbons
    as dark as Massachusetts

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