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Mrs. -D- Had Two Portly Sons
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Mrs. -D- Had Two Portly Sons |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Mrs. -D- had two portly sons As round as Pillsbury doughboys, And a husband you couldn't call lean. The reason was she, had a bakers thumb Like a gardeners, opposable, green; I played with her kids, when I too was one. Hers was the color of Rumford and flour, Whatever she touched, she printed with dust White with a smidgeon of poppy-seed pepper Altered with ridges of reddish, sweet-cinnamon.. * The scents of her old kitchen, Rise again this morning, along with the voices Of gay making children; all of us begging Rolls from a saint in a snow-white apron. Why mend, old window, that time has shattered? What use today, old broken mirror? Reglued by daydreams, looking glass and casement Once again reflect the folly of adolescence. The quick silver of this future space Mends the scratches on the glass, and wipes the pane. And I can smell, her sweet scones, now Almost taste them, as this daydream Of boyhood retracts me from the present; As traces of youthful friends Rise up resurrected, from gone-time graves, Whose spirits arrive in blurred visions, always Mere outlines, and when I try to wipe the glass Only hints of eyes appear; sunken, dark But glowing, in their hollow, allotted spaces. As fast as they come, they turn away, Returning to their appointments On a different plane, of spatial existence... As do I, mine, and I rationalize, which quiets The pain, and sooths my need to reach and touch; But still I question, why something so long lost Disappears so quickly... And will those ghosts, ever reappear again? As Mrs.-D- and my friends faded 'way, stardust Was falling from the strings of her apron, Mixed in were smidgeons, of poppy seed peppers Tinted with swirls of reddish, sweet-cinnamon... At she, and the two fat kids, I waved; Thanking their spirits, for the visit. |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
A between gift... between Christmas, and New Years, a rekindling of souls of remember... when some waft of scent passes all to come to us, and melting scones taste warm in the mouth, a split second of caught you captured, then wiggling to be free to journey on. |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Karilea I love this back and forth poem tag....  And you always seem to hit what I am holding up as a target, right in the bulls eye.. "a split second of caught you captured, then wiggling to be free to journey on. indeed.... As you state the "split second" is sometimes all of the time allotted.. My emotions wiggle, and struggle to be free.. in their widow/mirror..I find my deepest thought, and try to paste the reflection that I see, that moment, everlasting on this page.. Thank you for understanding, and making comments proving that you do. _________ice/ford ><> |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
...and she reminded me of Selma, sister of bachelors, wife of my uncle, German to the core of her potato bread thick roasts, and scalloped corn & oyster bake; she delved with gusto into her every delivery, meals that quaked table legs and fed the hearty of the plains; her kitchen was her queendom, the floors knew her wide tread, yet rarely tasted a spill, efficiently quick and stringent in her moves; yet abundant in her feasts, and hugs. Can't help? Move away, retreat elsewhere; but lend a wishful, "may I help?" and her too large aprons circled you twice, but never mind, as she taught the art of tarts and mile high rolls, pudgy fingers nimble over young ones' hands... oh yes, Ice... you brought with this more than just a response... even my muse might return, this poem smells so good...  |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
ice I have the same type of visits but with different cooking. Enjoyed |
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froggy Senior Member
since 2003-06-23
Posts 1893Michigan |
Ford, Such sweet memories you brought to me from childhood through your words. Thank-you for making me smile today. :-) Within this heart you'll find love |
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