Always be a poet, even in prose. ~Charles Baudelaire, "My Heart Laid Bare," Intimate Journals, 1864
Today is the first Poetry Stretch of the year. Here is my contribution and hopefully my continued presence. I have been somewhat absent since my husband's stroke.
Head on over to The Miss Rumphius Effect for instructions and join in. Here's my contribution which didn't exactly follow the rules, but then I'm not known for following all the rules!
The Kitchen
Golden brown
Resting on oval,
Knife whirrrs,
Slices --
Juices drool,
Mistletoe dangles,
Aprons meet,
Lips meet,
Smiles melt into
Sun's rays.
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