Butter
By bosch
Sat, 26 Jan 2013
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Breakfast was real oatmeal
Every morning in Taos,
Served at the kitchen table
By the window. Ravens
In the courtyard.
You always put a dab of butter
In my bowl, covered it
So it would melt completely.
for S.
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I loved this. It makes a
I loved this. It makes a great pictue of a wonderful memory, and the words flow really well.
Very special,
Bee.
Bee
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Swep, I'm a little confused
Swep, I'm a little confused by your title here as it makes the poem too secretive.
What do you think of removing of kitchen from L3, as it's telly I feel, and changing that it in the finale to an I?
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I don't mean to niggle you
I don't mean to niggle you whatsoever, my friend, but L3 (kitchen) infers domesticity whereas 'Ravens in the courtyard' (L5) puns an inference towards an open market sts... like a Cafe scene.
Assuming that the poem's a metaphorical ploy which compares true/real passion to the more fake and superficial kind, perhaps Margarine (ORIGIN late 19th cent.: from French, from Greek margaron ‘pearl’... Margaret is similar btw), as a title would give the reader (well, me at least) more clarity?
Ps: while I love the consonance in the entry, rolled rather than real would make a very nice entry to another version or spin-off this write... just thinking out loud is all.
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