motherhood & potatoes

[Manna]

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motherhood & potatoes

over rows of ripe swiss chard
with a potato in each plump hand
Jeremiah waddles toward the basket.
they tumble from his slow release
and he turns to you making a dirt cloud
against his Oshkosh bib.
you rub your belly and by implication
the one inside

three will be enough.

your focus returns to the unearthing -
two more dusty tubers. he says gank-you
like a bird and bounces back to the basket.
a curio on the ground, he pincers it
blindly against the sun
and his cherub hair whiffles
in beams of love.






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[Manna]

so much for being a militant. I went and gone and done used the banned word love. off with my head!

[Manna]

edited 9 times in total, ha!! Shows what a silly phpBB thingy knows!!

[Steven]

Lots of good grounding imagery (not a pun) and love has a real place in that. Wouldn't
have come across with a mom and child picking out produce in a supermarket. This
is real "organic" content. (Again, no pun.) Re: the "love" word, I'm a tough guy, and I've gotten used to using the "love" word in sincere contexts.

[Cate]

Off with your head Manna - off with mine too - I love it.

you rub your belly and by implication
the one inside -

3 is sounding nice right now, I miss those small plump hands.

[jimbo]

Hi gals

[friscogrl]

Manna, i loved your poem.

[jimbo]

I like It

[kokenpere]

Manna -

It's great.

michael

[jimbo]

Thats Fore sure.....................

[Christopher T. George]

Hi Manna

Fine work here. Scene well observed and persuasive with sharp and evocative details. Well done, Manna.

Chris

[lizzytysh]

Every line took me further and deeper, Manna. Gank-you and whiffles ~ what can I say, great wording. I just love it. The whole dang thing... motherhood & potatoes. Ha. Super title, too.


~ Lizzy

[jimbo]

I loved it...................

[carol-ann]

so much for being a militant. I went and gone and done used the banned word love. off with my head!

Actually Manna, in the last two lines you seem to take off in another direction. It was very real until the 'cherub' and the 'beams of love'.

carol

[daka]

Poetry and Potatoes
There must be a drop of Irish blood somewhere!

Sean