Wednesday, November 24, 2010

The Apprentice


there are no recipes

just songs

passed from bird

to bird


the air...

Sometimes it’s good
to rise with the sun

to be
in that extraordinary
of the not yet dreamed

grouper crowding
with nothing
but the slippery sky
on their backs

carrots glisten,
parsnips drowse
ripe bellies of beets
swell on bleached boards

In the palest
of times
I cradle the blade
sweeping the dark corners
of your mouth
happy to be
a beginner


Magical Mystical Teacher said...

I especially like the kitchen scene with the "ripe bellies of beets." Sensuous!

Happy Thanksgiving!

OSI: Apprentice

Anonymous said... recipe indeed...I love this Gabrielle!

Jim said...

This is beautiful, Gabrielle. We can learn much by rising with the sun.

I especially (hard to use this word, all is sooooo good!) like the idea of being where dreams begin and able to watch their development.

On a lighter side, rising with the sun is easier now that it stays dark so much longer in the mornings. :)

Tumblewords: said...

Stellar piece - the imagery is delicious, sensual and surely defines apprentice-like!

SandyCarlson said...

As sensuous as it is sumptuous. Thank you so much.

Kathiesbirds said...

Oh, I like this one! I love "to be in that extrodinary moment not yet dreamed!"