jillypoet: mom trying to write

Each day I wish I had invented waterproof sticky notes (for shower inspiration) or pen-friendly diapers to get down all my quirky thoughts that I am sure are relevant and publishable. And so God (actually another writer-mommy) sent me The Blog.

Monday, November 05, 2007

NaBloPoMo 5...and some more thanks!

Just so you know, I did post yesterday. I posted an itty, bitty, late for church haiku on my NaBloPoMo page. So, I'm still on target for 30 days/30posts!

However, I did not post my thanks and gratitude for the day. Bad. Very bad. I will make up for it. Thankful for, once again, my daughter. She loves life, that one. After attending, as an adjunct, the birthday party her brother was invited to, she said, "That birthday party fun!"

Today's thanks...
  • beautiful fall day
  • delicious home cooked dinner (by me!)
  • the soft woolen arms of twilight folding us in our home one hour early
  • I am not kidding, that thought came into my head tonight, right at sunset as my kids and husband were playing outside. Such domestic bliss is a rarity in my house!
Tonight, for your reading pleasure, a blast from my poetic past. A relic unearthed from my Van Gogh Sunflower journal. This is going back 5 years. Can you imagine? A poem left hand-written, alone in a journal for five years? Were it an animal or a child, I would surely be arrested. Luckily, it's just a poem, and my poems are forgiving (and without expiration dates!).

Comments/critique welcome!

Marriage as Milk, or: Is the Cereal Bowl Half Empty?

We have run out of milk,
that lifeblood of babies
and breakfast cereal.
As I sit eating my Cheerios,
reading a book of poems, I taste
something terribly wrong,
something too dry, too dull.
Oh, the little Os are sticking to my lips.
My mouth sticks to the spoon.
There is no slide,
no ease of insertion.
Like a half kiss missing its mark
by one more dry innuendo,
these lips are only slightly damp,
only vaguely pleasing.
I dig the spoon deeper
surely, there must be milk pooled
at the bottom
of the bowl.
It couldn’t just disappear?
Could it?
Evaporate in a blur of days left unopened?
Maybe my flowered bowl
has become a wok,
the cereal pushed up on the sides,
spectators of their own consumption.
Even as I stir them, hoping to squeeze
milk out, force them down
into the center
I know my Cheerios are not sponges.
My heart is dry.
We are out of milk.

13 Comments:

Blogger Rambler said...

you are genious when it comes to poetry..
thanks for sharing

12:14 AM  
Blogger Greggo said...

that was wonderfully enjoyable!

12:19 AM  
Blogger dick jones said...

I enjoyed the sense of mock solemnity & the careful build-up towards the bathos of the last line. Neat!

1:50 AM  
Blogger Jo said...

This was very amusing. My own 'housekeeping' (said with ironic smirk) has become more than slapdash recently. Poetry is the cause of more than one burned dinner.......and one forgotten all together GRIN.

2:21 AM  
Blogger keith hillman said...

A wonderful romp - beautifully paced

5:03 AM  
Blogger Pauline said...

"the cereal pushed up on the sides,
spectators of their own consumption"

I will have trouble eating Cheerios from now on...

6:39 AM  
Blogger writerwoman said...

Good luck with NaBloPoMo. I am giving it a try for the first time this year.

10:39 AM  
Blogger Beloved Dreamer said...

Ah the joys of marriage and everyday life.You are so talented to find meaning in it all. I thank you for the laugh and smile. It made my day.

love-bd

11:14 AM  
Blogger wendy said...

My heart is dry.
We are out of milk

This is so very strong.

11:47 AM  
Blogger tumblewords said...

There are so many fine lines in this one...and layers, too. I like this, a lot!

1:12 PM  
Blogger paisley said...

that is an amazing piece of work.. the creativity the sentiment... very perfect!!!

4:38 AM  
Blogger Just Jen said...

I'm glad you posted for Writer's Island, this is my first visit to your blog! Did you get the throw pillows picked up? LOL
I just love it and I'm adding you to mine, I hope you don't mind!

10:33 AM  
Blogger Just Jen said...

PS. I couldn't help but wonder if there was glue in the cereal at first...lol my eldest did that when he was 3, put glue in the milk cuz it was white and he spilt some and thought he would replace it with glue...ewww...LOL

10:35 AM  

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