pale porcelain
basin--
scratched and
stained
with passing time;
water falls
over
this altar
where
full tummies
offer
food scraps
and
quenched tongues
pour
liquid remains
down endless drains…
hands
dip
in warm
soapy water—
wash away
remnants
of
surfeit;
and brown
eyes haunt
as evidence
of our
excess
disappears.
Written in response to this week's poetry prompt over at Seedlings in Stone.
18 comments:
I liked this...
"liquid remains
down endless drains…"
And, yes, the poem leads. (So I need to remember that now as I try to write a Living Room poem and don't want to at all, because I feel I have nothing to say. :)
Very nice. I like the flow - one word gently falling to the next.
endless possibilities....
Great "evidence"...
Thanks for the photo, too. Is that a praying figure on the wall? Very cool.
lady that is an uncomfortably excellent poem.
Wonderful...you are very talented...I so wish I could write...You have a beautiful talent from God.
Tessa
ah yes the kitchen alter ...sounds familiar
I love it!
I am finding the poems to be quite a challenge. Yours always lift me up and with such a gift. Keep at it.
We, too, are that sink...
scratched and
stained
with passing time;
water falls
over
Blessings on your day, friend.
hands dip in warm soapy water
dishes done by hand...me too.
How do you write like that?
God has gifted you for poetry.
Write on...
"as evidence of our excess disappears"
Eeek. Conviction.
I'm visiting from High Calling Blog.:)
We need to find the grace in these altars of our constant serving and washing, adds to the glamour of dishpan hands :)
I wrote about the laundry room tub in a similar vein months ago... the slosh and soil of being alive.
Ooops...realized I was logged into my old blogger account, that's why I deleted the other response.
My dear friend.... It seems like forever since I've been able to visit with you. I've missed you...
Life has taken over as summer crept up on the scene.
I've not been visiting blogs as much nor writing....
I miss it... I miss your words....
How are you?
oh, laura, this is beautiful...i have a similar 'prayer alter'...it's where every mom can offer her thoughts to her savior.
How awesome. I never thought of the kitchen sink as an altar...but how appropriate. Loved the picture, too.
you have a beautiful blog, and i love this poem! it's every mom's kitchen sink, isn't it? love it.
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