Monday, November 24, 2014

Sleeve

Peering at her dinner plate
my only child intones
mournfully,
"You have died of dysentery."

If Emily were here and me
I wonder, would she know
how to make poetry
from the beautiful misery

of a snot smeared sleeve.

For Open Link Monday at Real Toads

13 comments:

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Never mind, Emily, you have done it to perfection!!!! And your daughter has inherited your humor and brilliance.

Brendan MacOdrum said...

Emily is one of those artists who wrote in isolation because it allowed her to be the kid and God the parent. Hard to share all that bee-wild eloquence with some snotnosed punk. And then, that was ALL Emily got to do ...

lotus blossom said...

Not a day goes by that I don't wish I were an Emily---living and writing in seclusion. No. I don't think she could make beautiful poetry of snot. I don't think she'd have what it takes. This life is miserable, and somehow still bliss, but I for one am a prime example of how lame the poetry that comes of it can become. Yours, on the other hand, is perfection. Try having four, though, and then let's see how well you do. ;)

Marcoantonio Arellano said...

wow! when i was a little tot i would just sit there with arms folded, head down mumbling...i hate cabish...sniffle

Sylvia K said...

Thanks as always for the belly laughs and giggles to start my week, MZ!!!

Kathryn Dyche Dechairo said...

Your humor just leaps off the page. Thanks for making me giggle.

Fireblossom said...

So....no stars?

Fireblossom said...

ps--if you haven't seen the water filter ad, never mind me.

Gail said...

I love it!!!! One of my favorites. The innocent seem to speak in poetry.

Magaly Guerrero said...

You make snot pretty and necessary.

grapeling said...

sardonic isn't an island off Italy ~

Grandmother (Mary) said...

Kudos for her vocabulary! Love this.

Marian said...

nope, she couldn't. you do! xoxox