Tuesday, January 22, 2013

How does a memorable meal siren a poem?

The same way walking does. Senses are open & grateful. Words ensure. The ripe celebrated. Ah those perfectly roasted potatoes. Those petite poems.
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  1. Susan E. GangelJanuary 23, 2013 at 1:05 PM

    This One Time (8)

    Behold the figure dressed in white
    her empire encrypted with rampage

    And the solidness of her embrace
    all shrines behind her darkening

    Foul weather can not deter the worship
    Bursts of flame and scents of wood

    The past is burning, the sleight of hand
    keeps us amused, distracted, weary

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