It's Poetry Friday, and Mary Lee Hahn is hosting HERE at A(nother) Year of Reading. Until you read her poem, you haven't seen anything, yet! Thanks for hosting, Mary Lee!
I hope your holiday times have been filled with loving memories! Happy New Year!
Bowls-Defined
Bowls full-fill our lives,
Emptied by the hungry:
Soup-slurpers
Cereal-crunchers
Tea-tasters,
Used by the organizers:
Key-keepers
Coin-savers
Shell-collectors
Savored by the cooks:
Sugar-sweeteners
Cake-mixers
Salt-pinchers
Chomped by the pets:
Dog-lappers
Fish-swimmers
Cat-munchers
Created by the artists
Wheel-turners
Clay-bakers
Pine needle weavers
Variety is the spice of life
and bowls.
Linda Baie ©
Glad you went to your box… Yes, “variety is the spice of life” and you captured so much in your/our bowl, so many feelings and emotions— hunger and levity too, thanks Linda, Happy New Year!
ReplyDeleteLove your bowls! And I share your grief over yet another senseless tragedy. Happy New Year anyway! Ruth, thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com
ReplyDeleteLinda, it is so difficult to hear about the various tragedies that happen. As my husband and son watched the Sugar Bowl we talked about how many policemen must have been around the exterior and interior of the game. New Orleans was a horrid happening and I can see why you were starting to write about it. Your box certainly gave you plenty of ideas to write a delightful poem. "Bowls full-fill our lives" is a great opener. Have a wonderful weekend!
ReplyDeleteWhat generous bowls you imagined into being! I love the verbs you chose!
ReplyDeleteThanks, everyone. I've been out & doing errands, hoping everyone is going to make it through the snow storm if it's coming your way!
ReplyDeleteI share your sadness at another senseless tragedy.
ReplyDelete"Bowls Defined" is a lovely poem. Who knew there were so many ways of looking at a bowl? Thanks for this full-filling way of looking at an ordinary object.
Well done! I love the way you got to this poem. It's a surprise and treat all in one. Happy New Year!
ReplyDeleteHow fun of a box of words. And this poem made me smile.
ReplyDelete"Created by the artists" indeed! I love functional art, and bowls are a great form! Thank you for this.
ReplyDeleteReally loved this Linda -- and a soft way to leave space for the grieving. Thank you for your grace.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Linda. Boxes and bowls...great metaphors. xo
ReplyDeleteWe need containers for our variety of feelings, and when they are all jumbled together, sometimes it helps to sort things out into rows of bowls and boxes before we can allow them to coexist again, as they must. I really love this as an meditation against overwhelm. Thank you, Linda.
ReplyDeleteYour poem sorts it all out. Wonderful word play!
ReplyDeleteAgain, it has been a busy weekend doing a variety of chores at the bookstore! Thanks for your kind remarks everyone! I hope you're having a good weekend!
ReplyDeleteLove the bowl poem. It was very hard to wake up and hear the news from NO on New Year's day. I've tried to stay positive but it's hard when there is so much bad news. Using our words (boxes and bowls of them) is a great way to cope! Happy New Year!
ReplyDeleteYes, it's hard to know where to begin when such a horrible crime has been committed. As always though, Linda, your compassion shines through and you offer rays of light. I smiled throughout my reading of your poem. Who knew I wanted to think so much about bowls? :)
ReplyDeleteOops, that was me me — Karen Edmisten :)
DeleteThanks, Carol & Karen. Now that I've written this I am seeing bowls in my home "everywhere"! They are handy! Hope everywhere is not too affected by this "snowstorm of the country"!
ReplyDeleteLinda, your bowls made me smile. Was "bowls" in your boxful of words? And that's what created this beauty? I love this opening line and reading it in two ways, with a dash or a hyphen: "Bowls full-fill our lives" It's all good! Fun poem.
ReplyDeleteI appreciate your empathy and waiting to not preempt those who are affected by the New Orleans tragedy and the snow storm coming. Thank you.
Thanks much, Denise. Yes, "bowl" was the word! In the times I've written from a prompt word, it always surprises me that something appears when I begin to write. This was a pleasant time imagining!
DeleteOh, this is wonderful! My favourite bowls are a set of vintage mixing bowls I found at a local antique store - every time I use them I think about the families that used them before me - who were they? What wonderful treats did they create? Bowls hold so much - literally and figuratively!
ReplyDeleteYes, Jane, I agree! Bowls have memories, too! Maybe time to add to the poem? I love that you found the bowls!
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