18 January 2011

White Bowl

Animal sounds, jawbone working
and noises echo off the plaster,
reverb for the solitary eater

Mopping the remains with bread,
uncovering a field of snowy white
tasting faintly of memories unswallowed

leaden spoon cracks the bell
shattering a porcelain heart once held
by hands that once held his own


  1. "memories unswallowed"....wow. Sometimes your imagery sends chills down my back. Hauntingly lovely.

  2. Ya, what Chantel said. Maybe you need a vacation to a warmer clime or something. Something to shake you off whatever's got it's claws into you.

  3. @CDA - brilliant! Let's take Irish Gumbo somewhere on our blogs! Somewhere warmer. Hmmmm...

    Ferb, I know what we're going to do today!

    Hey, where's Perry?

  4. sad, happy, and anywhere in between, Irish, your words are powerful. the images are stark and beautiful. Just wish you peace, my blogging friend.

  5. Okay, now I'm hungry. Not sure for what, though.... Great post.

  6. i knew you boys cried behind closed doors. Now here's a damn tissue.

  7. Beautiful imagery. That "tasting faintly of memories unswallowed" is so poignant and vivid. You're compiling your stuff for a book, right?


"Let your laws come undone
Don't suffer your crimes
Let the love in your heart take control..."

-'The Hair Song', by Black Mountain

Tell me what is in your heart...