Wednesday, November 2, 2016

November 2

All month long, we're writing poems about joy!


4 comments:

  1. Serving greens
    was never about
    healthy food, a
    vegetarian desire,
    or a nurturing mother.
    it was not a stir-fry
    or colorful salad.

    It was the knife's edge,
    the wrist and blade;
    a controlled dice,
    centimeter cubed,
    matchstick julienne.
    It's concentration of
    culinary slice, and
    the art of the chop.

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  2. woman conquers nature

    The maid has wandered
    outside, ready for
    her landscaping chores
    tending yucca and
    succulents with a
    cool spritz of water,
    a trim, and a cut.

    Anointed steward
    of a small earth-plot
    she'll toil two hours;
    blow out heaps of leaves,
    pull out all the weeds,
    shovel piles of dirt
    in bins of green waste.
    When done, the ground is
    prepared, shorn and bare,
    decomposed granite
    brushed and vacuumed
    a pristine carpet
    ready to welcome
    you, and your footprint.

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  4. The Cat

    I enjoy writing
    especially poetry

    The words and the spaces
    between have meaning as well

    as a metaphor
    like

    when the indentation
    refers to
    something
    ............specific
    when a cat
    f
    a
    l
    ..l
    .....s
    and lands

    feet
    first

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