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Spoons

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Spoons

Spoons. . .
Bright and shiny artful spoons,
How much she loved them.
They covered her mauve walls
In rich wooden frames
Encased behind glass.
Each unique silver spoon
With its own special story to tell.

There was Montana. . .
A silver cowboy riding a
Bucking bronc, enamel inlaid,
On a twilight blue sky
In a shield shaped form. . .
Each spoon from a different
Place--each contained bits
And pieces of her past.

She recalled the spring day
At a rodeo filled with surprises
And how cold her ears were.
How he dropped his truck keys
In her lap to keep safe for him--
How they later danced the two step
And how warm her ears became.
Oh yes, her Montana spoon was
Indeed a very special spoon!

Then there was New York with
Niagara Falls depicted on the handle.
A flood of romantic emotions returned
With this little beauty, maid of the mist
Engraved meticulously in its bowl.
The thunder of the falls-- how they
Kissed her cheeks, how He kissed
Her cheeks, and how they both laughed.
Oh, New York would never be forgotten!

Then there was Arizona. . .
A tiny replica of the Grand Canyon
Encircled with desert flowers
Adorned its rust colored handle.
She recalled how she arrived at dusk.
How she marveled at the friendliness
Of the deer walking in the parking lot.
How her camera slipped from her hands
Into his. She remembered that was
The moment they met. He too was a 
Photographer there to capture the sunset.
How the coffee they shared warmed 
Their hands—how he warmed her heart.

Row after row, spoon after spoon,
Wall after wall. . . . could tell it all!


For the contest: "Simply, Absolutely, Utterly Just Art" 	
Sponsored by: Sami Al-khalili 


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  1. Date: 8/2/2010 11:56:00 PM

    Hi Connie :) what a very enjoyable poem, it actually reminds me of the souvenir spoons that my parents collected at some point during their trips abroad :) This sure made me smile & thank you again for all your lovely comments in my poems :) Enjoy your day :) -- hugs, nikko :)

  1. Date: 7/18/2010 1:57:00 PM

    People collect all sorts of things, Connie, and the way you describe these spoons they do indeed seem like tiny masterpieces of art. Hope you are having a wonderful summer! Love, Carolyn

  1. Date: 7/18/2010 11:02:00 AM

    connie, I am late for church libarary. Can't wait to be back here late afternoon. Thanks so much for commenting on my success. I am just a very lucky lady today, three great surprises awaited me. You are the greatest. LUv, Andrea

  1. Date: 7/17/2010 8:46:00 PM

    I collected spoond on my way from California to missouri and back last year.Nice narrative here, dear Connie. Good luck in the contest and thanks for your nice comments. Love, iolanda

  1. Date: 7/3/2010 5:01:00 PM

    What a wonderful idea! I thought of starting a collection of wall clocks but now I'm thinking of spoons instead!

  1. Date: 7/3/2010 1:27:00 AM

    Connie, I hope this will do really well in the contest. Sorry I was so lame today for getting things. I need a rest really bad. It's now close to 3 a.m. Joe will be here any second and I am gonna get off now.See ya tomorrow. NO that would be SUNDAY. hahahaha. SEe ya sometime later today!

  1. Date: 7/2/2010 8:30:00 AM

    VERY INTERESTING AND CREATIVE WRITE, ENJOYED -SKAT

  1. Date: 7/2/2010 6:59:00 AM

    excellent narrative poem, hope it goes well in contest Harry