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apron in

towel tucked

 

wooden mallet on tough tall steel

a tympani

calling the feast

 

a week of mamas cookin

in the bowl 

 

even the bluejays come if hungry enough

even the cardinals remember to call

away to the east

 

or west

or warmth

   or north's cold connection

 

 

my strings were cut long ago- so long now I surpassed that role

 

altogether on the other side.

 

 

I have beat the wooden mallet -as well

against  the hardened steel of exhaustion---

and will -what of it?

 

The men I love love always another.

 and there is no remedy for that.

 

not aprons, not strings

not any of these things.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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  • celadia gold member
    May 23

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    Oh wow, this is so good, so sad and profound, you have such talent in sadness and poetry, or is it the same thing?


  • account disabled
    March 18

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    can I rephrase it?
    yes I can – because I like it



    apron in
    towel tucked off

    a wooden mallet on tough tall steel
    a tympani calling the feast

    a week of mamas cookin
    in the bowl

    bluejays come if hungry enough
    cardinals remember to call

    away to the east
    or west
    or warmth
    north's cold connection

    my strings were cut so long ago –
    so long now I
    surpassed that role

    and I have beat the wooden mallet
    hardened steel
    exhausted my will – so what?

    the men will always love another.
    no remedy for that.

    not aprons and not strings
    or any of these things.


  • Elle Kaye
    March 5
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    All i can say is that i liked it. It confused me a lot but i stilll iked it. Interesting read.

  • I am a Mindfreak
    March 5
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    Heartache...that's what I got after reading this poem. The sense of feeling lonely and looking for love.

    Lines 33-34 I feel like I can relate to because that always seems to be the case when I like a guy...they either aren't interested or they have someone else in mind.


    Great write