~
Four years from the memory of water
I watch
as you bake cookies
Your pensive industry concentrated, I
stand silenced
by the gray distances you favor.
~
In our own ways
we are both tempted by sweetness.
~
I have already learned to adapt
to the rhythms of living in the abstract.
Engagement
not being within the code
of your weather.
~
So when you are busy elsewhere
I look in the cupboard
to find
one cup of sugar
intending to make the earth
sweet.
~
dirt sugar water
seeming the perfect alchemy
baking all afternoon
on an old tin
in the white heat sun oven
off the porch
~
The flower swollen and car exhausted air
seduces me
I gasp in the embrace
~
When it is time
my cookies still
taste like dirt.
But I am less interested
in this wounded conjunction
than the fine film
of sweat
that covers me.
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Poetry of Light 
Wonderful… just wonderful. I was there with you.
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Thank you Zen Doe. xxoo
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Whoa. Knockout. How lovely, poignant, familiar–redemptive. Both the verbal and visual language. Thank you for your artistry– an enriching, ineffable ingredient baked into my day. xo
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smiling !
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This invokes memories that I never had, and reminds me of my mother more fondly than I could on my own. Thank you.
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your poem
reminds me
of an essence …
~
the past week
I taught young children
they taught me
the power of play
with clay
~
there is always
a magic healing
sweet innocence
with a child
their creativity
our earth
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Yes…! We affirm our affinity with substance. Glad you were having fun. xxoo
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Reblogged this on sueshan123.
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This is so evocative – I can feel the dry heat on my skin and in my head. Thank you for writing this.
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You know, I sent this poem to my Mum after writing it…it was years ago…not sure of her response but wanting to acknowledge this slice of our life together…what a viscerally enlightening experience that afternoon had been for me. How much we were in it together….She loved it.
Your choice of poems to visit, Mark, has been a gift to me this morning! Thank you…
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