Refrigerator Ramblings: Part 1

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Many years ago, I acquired a magnetic poetry kit containing magentized strips imprinted with words. So I write poetry on the fridge in the morning while waiting for my coffee to finish brewing. I call this process, "Squeezing the morning sap from my head while I wait upon the liquid of life." I usually get about two cups, each, of coffee and morning sap. So without further ado, here is the first of many which merited transcription from the area right above the ice cube maker...

"shine for me"

he produces a diamond dream
soaring from the gift of rain
a chain of water
of a thousand elaborate breaths
incubated by a velvet storm
and born in slow steam

she sleeps
haunted by a voice
a smooth whisper
a brilliant vision
from some blue void of time

we lie awake at night
beneath a summer moon
almost always
moments away in time

for ice never melts
surrounded by winter wind ---
a vast ocean must boil
in hot sunlight

When you're forced to use an artificially limited word selection and groggy because you're not fully awake, poetry seems to take less effort.

 

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