How the water swirled and boiled
desire’s grainy repetition
in my porcelain cereal bowl
bee floats inside
horse head floats topside
oats glue bone meal
oats glue bone meal
cold in morning green
even as daffodils grieve
Orlando little peanut Evil Princess
in her grave my constant
ghosts I stand on the deer path
wait for comfort
bee floats and stares
floats and
stares
floats and
stares
desire’s grainy repetition
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posted by Radish King at 1:14 PM
10 Comments:
Oh yes ma'am. I do like this. So very much.
Mary, thank you! It made me cry this morning so that's when I knew it was cooked enough to post.
xoxox
cooked to perfection. a poem in the depths of your cereal bowl.
Thank you darling. I miss that little beast more than I can say. I'm so grateful that poetry has not abandoned me. In the end it is and always has been how I grieve.
Love
A wonderful expression of your grief.
Xoxo
Barbara
Barbara, thank you thank you thank you.
💓💓💓
'desire's grainy repetion' is one of the most beautiful lines ever. xoxo
Pam, your comment means so much to me as I adore you and your writing and we have been poetry companions for such a long time. Thank you my friend.
Love
All of it -- I love each and all of it.
Ah there they are your animal gods swirling through the cereal to sing with you.
My thanks.
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