Tuesday, February 24, 2009

A brief essay on love

Some days I think I need nothing
more in life than a spoon.
With a spoon I can eat oatmeal
Or take the medicine doctors prescribe
I can swat a fly sleeping on the sill
or pound the table to get attention.
I can point accusingly at God
or stab the empty air repeatedly.
Looking into the spoon’s mirror,
I can study my face in its shiny bowl,
or cover one eye to make half the world
disappear. With a spoon
I can dig a tunnel to freedom
spoonful by spoonful of dirt,
or waste life catching moonlight
and flinging it into the blackest night.
The spoon by Richard Jones

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

I really, really like this.

Lindsay

Calvin said...

I'm glad you enjoy it :)

Anonymous said...

You may eventually get tired of hearing how enthusiastic I get about things on this blog...there is just so much poetry here that I like!

Lindsay

Anonymous said...

Well, I just sent you an email. The hotmail address.