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Saturday: She eats Breakfast Alone

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she made breakfast for one

a single egg, scrambled

 

the fork challenged the pyrex jug

and beat it, intense

 

the toast, wholemeal

lightly buttered, like a smooth hand on her hip

 

she imagines magpies in the yard

the birds feed

the flowers grow

 

ever-growing mint calms her stomach

 

when the ache finds its way

she knows that black and white

are just a feather, stones and a beak

 

it all caresses the morning

she eats breakfast

alone

 

 







 

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  • The Unknown Poet1
    July 20
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  • -ButterflyCuts-
    July 18

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    There is something comforting and resolving in the ending.. I felt a kind of.. change in temperature throughout the poem, it started off quite cold and stark, with the structure of the words fairly concrete for the first two stanzas, and then lengthening with the third.. it felt like it got warmer and softer towards the end.

    Isolated, the final two lines would have seemed desolate, but with therest ofthe poem they feel quite calm. . But maybe I'm just in a nice mood and want to see the niceness..

    I think it'swonderful. I love the line "just a feather, stones and a beak" - has the most lovely curl off the tongue..

    I hope you're well Gilly.
    Much love-

    j


  • SweetJane
    July 16
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    Nice poem.
  • darrylblacksr
    July 10

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    I didn't feel a sadness in this poem, but a glimmer of hope in moving forward and embracing life. I thank you for sharing this with me. God Bless you and yours...


  • Grunts Girl
    July 9
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    you have wings


  • katfair
    July 8

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    breakfast for one
    sandwiched with toast of course!
    says alot
    &
    yes the magpieimagination
    lovely
    we literally had a loner Magpie who left his mountain and lived in our yard for a year calling me out to feed him
    peanuts, toast, cat food

    now gone

    I feel that alone kind of reverie here,
    when no matter how sad one may feel
    like listening to moody jazz or to the blues
    it is filling even though an emptying,

    there is still the mint
    the feathery guest,
    light buttery-ness

    and music

    K


  • Abscessed
    July 7
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    this got me a bit confused - emotionally.
    but it was beautifully precise.


  • Pretani gold member
    July 7
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    Oh my life I like this. I'm crunching on that breakfast hun! Excellent!

  • pruedence
    July 6

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    A moment in time, breakfast, may it be human or the bird feasting in the morn..it reads welcome and warm. well expressed, thanks for sharing

  • ArtFullyMe gold member
    July 6
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    This doesn't read sad for me.... it seems almost like a wistfulness, and yet the tinge of that is overpowered by lines like
    she imagines magpies in the yard
    the birds feed
    the flowers grow

    ever-growing mint calms her stomach

    all of those paint life, continuing, becoming, moving forward into something else.

    So in the end, what I get ...
    is a sense of beginning, in the midst of familiar..
    a stock taking perhaps, before the storm of being



    and ! ..... yes!


    • NurseChilly gold member
      July 6
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      i love you!!!!!!! you know me so well.. thank you!!! so much

      yes yes yes

      • ArtFullyMe gold member
        July 6

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        ah but... you know me too, far more than most here
        You're welcome.....always
        and I luv you too, I does

        here's to really..... being!

  • Rowan gold member
    July 6

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    I found this a little sad too. But if you say you're happy, I'll take your word for it. Sometimes being alone is not the same as lonely, eh? Love ya.


    • NurseChilly gold member
      July 6
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      i am not lonely love.. not now.. it's moving in the right direction.. out of the loss comes faith and freedom and i have both in buckets

  • Cat gold member
    July 6

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    i didn't have time to comment yesterday so i came looking for it today-

    this is excellent- the magpies, the buttered hands on hips, the ache of feather and stone

    excellent
    seems sad to me
    but i'm a shmuck... so whatdoiknow.


    m


    • NurseChilly gold member
      July 6
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      you're no schmucck... i tell ya..

      and maybe a hint of sadness, but im glad im moving into a new phase of being me... i cannot tell you how good it feels, just to have some quiet and peacefulness

      thanks Mary Moo

  • misselaineous gold member
    July 6
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  • zochit2me gold member
    July 6

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    Still in love with your writing...

    And while this holds a sad tone I can also feel the acceptance of things the way they are.



    ☼Becky☼


  • jantastic gold member
    July 6
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  • Night Hope gold member
    July 5

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    "the toast, wholemeal
    lightly buttered, like a smooth hand on her hip"

    Sublime. Lovely scenery, Gill. I'm glad you're happy now...but have one of these anyway.


  • DogFish silver member
    July 5
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    i like your magpie !

    -and your poem...


  • onerios13
    July 5

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    when the ache finds its way

    she knows that black and white

    are just a feather, stones and a beak


    Sniff...are you sure you're happy, Miz Gilly? Cause this piece damn near broke my heart...both the perfection of it as well as the sentiment.


  • ardentMarch gold member
    July 5
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  • Nicolette gold member
    July 5
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    ~ Nicolette


  • Thoughts-of-Soloman gold member
    July 5

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    The sparse yet rich, strong simple imagery yet clarity onto interior feeling is nothing short of a work of art in this piece.

    'when the ache finds its way
    she knows that black and white
    are just a feathers, stones and a beak'

    This i think is fantastic, realising that the particular images and thoughts in our mind are transient and yet we are connected beyond them to far more enduring reality of substance. Not said so blatantly, I know, but directly implied. For me this points to a 'place' beyond both sad and happy, a balanced place closer to truth. As the Buddhists would say 'The middle way'.


    Sol


  • Suzanne Dia gold member
    July 5
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  • Cannonsfire silver member
    July 5

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    Ventures a sigh...of relief and offers a and a Welcome home hun Love, C


  • smee5
    July 5
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    Wheres my breakfast eh? Glad your happy now lady


    • NurseChilly gold member
      July 5
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      in miss tilly, that's where it is, and yeah.. still no word from the idiots?? lolol duh!!! sheesh

  • Lucy. gold member
    July 5

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    Hey, eggs! Snap

    Lovely


  • A Prophet of 3 gold member
    July 5
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    i know the feeling hun, although i usually drink my breakfast ... alone


    • NurseChilly gold member
      July 5
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      haven't got to the drinking thing.. but yeah..

      but, i'm not miserable, tis a good thing, just getting used to cooking for one.. or just me and beth.. its slightly weird but hey ho...
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