Ponderable and poem for Monday, December 7, 2009
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Alan Harris
Dec 7, 2009, 1:03:27 AM12/7/09
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Words can be bombs, balloons, or communion cups, depending on what we put in them.
Napping in the Flavors
I slid downhill
into my Sunday nap,
and there I was again,
swimming in an aromatic
alphabet soup where all words
ran together into a flavor.
If only poets could
somehow write
in immediate flavors,
bypassing all
those gangly,
awkward letters
spelling out unsavored,
predigested words--
then what a banquet
people might enjoy.
But no, the poets
have to keep on writing
precious words about
their bloodstained sunsets,
their gold leaf autumns,
their salty pepper,
and I have no idea
what other absurdities,
just to jolt
the taste buds
on our jaded tongues
away from neutral.
So anyway, my nap--
I'm now awake,
but have no splendid poems
to bring back from my bliss.
The soup there,
by the way,
was delicious.
Make your own.
*******
Alan Harris
You're invited to view two YouTube videos by Ine Braat based on my poems: "Mother's Secret," "Two Windows," and "Seeking until Found."
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