Handing out heartfelt
like tires for swings
Poetry is not novelty
nor poverty
but every grain
of beauty and sadness
that rests in between
I dream of you
where sun touches morning
and gentle stars retreat
I see you
where soul crisps on the edge
of a fiery football Sunday
where cursing is excused
(even for me)
Who cares what the neighbors think?
I place my fingers
into the softness of flour
and produce a perfect
homemade pizza dough
A dirty dishrag
lies limply
on the kitchen counter
and this is my love song.
(©2009)
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“Poetry is not novelty
nor poverty
but every grain
of beauty and sadness
that rests in between”
Amazing Apryl, I love your writing
you are a true poet! Welcome to
The Juice Bar! 🙂
Thanks so much! Love this site and grateful to be a part of it. 🙂