|Glitter and prayer
A mother stuffs holidays
with marshmallow chick sunshine -
she wants you in Easter baskets all your life
outside the same porch,
on a different Sunday, comes
the neighbor's family dog. His only vice
in foil tufts. He proffers
the soiling of real
grass, you bury your pets
with a popsicle-stick cross.
Glitter, prayer. Adult
curl a sermon of ribbon
for little fingers to grab. But who can choose
between holidays and dogs?
30 Mar 10
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This is good. I especially like the last stanza. =]
Nice contrasts to set up your message. I like how you delivered this one.
This is different. I really like it
Thank you radiogirl, Tandisol, psychofemale.
Intriguing poem well writ. Brings to mind "Watership Down" for some reason.
This is a great write. You have the ability to take the simplist of life's moments and give them an edge. You have a unique and special voice, poet.
awestruck at the imagrey of 'curl(ing) a sermon of ribbon/for little fingers to grab'