Expect nothing. Live frugally on surprise.” Alice Walker
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When i was twelve
i had a friend
i could talk to
on any darkened hour
the light was confessional
She sang belle canto
in green reefs
set lacy ossicles
humming
like a hive
I liked keeping
a diary
under lock and key
an overgrown wading pool
My breast,
My early bride
My full cold moon
Now
i ladle porridge
into slurried heath
bowls Please
feel free
toast the grain
feel free
toast the grain
simmer in full fat milk
garnish with cinnamon
currants, cream.
7 comments:
this moves like a current, taking an unexpected turn ~
I love the water: reef and depths and heath that run through this tale.
I love the water: reef and depths and heath that run through this tale.
WOW, Gabrielle, this poem surprised me... very moving, original, real. love it.
love the sense of intimacy
Sometimes people have such a profound influence on our sense of self we feel somehow less without them. This is a most original approach to the prompt.
i love the feel to this entire piece and ~
"Please feel free toast the grain simmer in full fat milk garnish with cinnamon currants, cream."
there is something inexplicably elegant in the ending. LOVE it!
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