Prologue:
there are no recipes
just songs
passed from bird
to bird
thickening
the air...
Sometimes it’s good
to rise with the sun
to be
in that extraordinary
moment
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
again
6 comments:
I especially like the kitchen scene with the "ripe bellies of beets." Sensuous!
Happy Thanksgiving!
OSI: Apprentice
stunning...no recipe indeed...I love this Gabrielle!
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. :)
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Stellar piece - the imagery is delicious, sensual and surely defines apprentice-like!
As sensuous as it is sumptuous. Thank you so much.
Oh, I like this one! I love "to be in that extrodinary moment not yet dreamed!"
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