February's challenge was to write a poem inspired by a roll of the metaphor dice. After several duds, I rolled "Happiness is a Spoon" and although I don't use that metaphor in my poem, it's inspired by that...and my mother-in-law's spoon drawer. She follows our group efforts on Facebook and is in hospice care as we sit with her today. She can't eat much, so people are feeding her with music. I'm not a singer, but she loves poetry, too, and especially rhyme, so this Poetry Friday is for her.
Spoons
Never play with knives,
but spoons? A way to slap
knees to music tunes or waste
an afternoon; soon cards
are strewn, time as jammy
as a day in June, until noon
by noon by noon, time is
upside-down too soon.
Come let us open then
the drawer of spoons,
stem by stem, lift the
silvery blooms, cold-shined,
and sized (if held just so)
to hold the moon. We will sing,
then, we’ll be full, on sips of tune;
no bottom to this lagoon cupped
spoon by spoon, in voices,
not a one by tarnish ruined,
ballooning forth, a swoon
of spoons, holding love,
more love, see it there,
soon, oh soon…
----Sara Lewis Holmes (all rights reserved)
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Andi
Poetry Friday is hosted today by Karen Edmisten.
