Open Poetry #10 |
Potato salad Journey |
Victoria
since 2000-08-12
Posts 5869 |
try singing this one .. Another blue jean day in Texas preparing potato salad in the morn dicing onions and celery in my stable of bloodshot tears I sprinkle a little salt and pepper holding on to the reins my wooden spoons.. galloping through potato fields and green parsley lands galloping through mayo rivers and meadows..celery seed searching for apple cider vinegar mustard and milk..daffodil gold i feed my spoons pickle relish and a half dozen boiled eggs a little taste of sugarcane as thirsty hoofs gallops by through waterfalls of creamy ranch dressing these onions..think im going to cry adorn with rays of paprika color of the trees..redwood sitting in the saddle of my kitchen Mmmm ..this taste sooo good . . . listening to Garth on the radio im almost finished ...WHOOOA just another blue jean day in Texas i wrap the potato salad to go Its for a friend leaving the hospital but i saved a little for us though.. A poem is never finished, only abandoned. - Paul Valery (1871-1945) |
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Elizabeth
Moderator
Member Ascendant
since 1999-06-07
Posts 6871Minnesota |
Well, I was afraid to try singing it (I'd probably break the screen on the computer if I did), but I liked the poem. Elizabeth You cling to your ways and leave mine to me. Suum cuique. ~Elizabeth |
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