to mix metaphors in.
Dangle a preposition
if it helps the rhythm.
Stretch your grammar,
but not past comfort.
Listen, lean and learn
to bring the rhyme closer.
Look at the images
through a telescope,
a periscope,
a magnifying glass,
a prism.
Throw them up in the air.
Try to catch the bright ones,
the right ones when they fall.
At first, you planned a stew,
words simmered slowly
over the burner of deliberation,
until all the ingredients
embraced and held
and learned to love each other.
Warm and rich and wholesome.
But today, you decide on a salad,
where every image, every word
can shine and slide with
the oil of connections,
yet keep the tang
of its own salty sweetness.
And it'll be ready fast.
Take that pot off the stove.
Toss everything
into the open bowl on the table.
Eat immediately with your bare hands.
Don't forget to lick your fingers.
(c) 2010 Cecilia Reid Driscoll
Thanks to all of you who made it here to read this poem today! I am adjusting my life to the work-a-day world and finally happened to fit in some of my own writing. I am wondering if my priorities are in order...of course they are! But I so appreciate having writing in my life.
By the way, I am becoming a (fairly) faithful daily reader at Poem Farm - such rich food for the heart and soul. Thank you, Amy!
No comments:
Post a Comment