what’s for dinner

you would think

a poet
& a musician
would have more
to say to each other
at the end of the day
than this:

I am making lentils
& rice
for dinner,

unless
you had something else
planned?

Yes,
at the end of a day apart
my lover,
let’s not talk

about what’s for dinner
& instead
have a banquet
where we fill ourselves
on dreams

the things
that should feed us

because together
we are starving

*****Uhhh ohhh, she launches into true emotional poetry–someone call Blue Mountain Greeting Cards–a star is born!  🙂

About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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11 Responses to what’s for dinner

  1. jeglatter says:

    Yay! In my book you did just launch into the fowarding to sig. other catagory. Love the diversity in posts, so cool. Keep going!!!:)

  2. awesome, strong, intense, direct! beautiful poem – though I would have used – fill/fuel ourselves on our dreams instead of stuff! Fill has a certain sensuousness, (partly because of its homophony with feel) which stuff with its suggestion of haste/excessiveness/gluttony/physicality dilutes in a way! A song, another duet, already hums in my ear drums with the persistence of a bee trapped behind a transparent polythene membrane, struggling to escape to freedom!

  3. done! over to you!

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