Short Slaking Poems
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We used to travel to the beach,
Fish and chip shops in our reach,
Fish so fresh and flaking,
Fanta orange our thirst slaking,
In newspaper, chips were wrapped,
Bayside trips, us kids were rapt!
Categories:
slaking, appreciation, childhood, family, fish, memory,
Form:
Free verse
Croissant making
Bread baking
Yeast slaking
Crust caking
Bread
Potato
Pumpernickel
Whole wheat
Enriched white
Bread
The smell of it
You will have a fit
Fresh from the oven
Your Grandma’s apron
Your mother’s way of buttering it
There is nothing more heavenly-tasting in the world.
Bread!
Categories:
slaking, food,
Form:
Free verse
Those motel memories return.
The colored comic pages opened first
And water bubbling in an urn
And powdered coffee slaking my communion thirst.
Montana windswept plains outside.
Stark desolation’s existential rites within.
But earth I’ve trekked since then rolls wide:
And prayer, not newsprint, now assuages sin.
Categories:
slaking, faith
Form:
Verse
calendar pages in the wind
super eight (up) memories
whispering in
thundering silence
reminding
time for counting tree rings
remembering
there is a time and countenance
i hear a timeclock taking
tocking ticking taking
slaking
a thirst in sand
in time to measure shadows
remebering
there is a time and consequence
Categories:
slaking, forgiveness, life, nostalgia, time, time,
Form:
Free verse
have you ever
wondered what life
could be if you
never had to sweep
another hardwood floor?
never had to fold
another fitted sheet?
i had a dream
where i was
a carrot; wrapped
in loamy love,
green leaves slaking
their thirst on sunlight.
i don't wonder anymore
when i close my human
eyes, earth worms tickle
my orange stomach,
& i laugh my new
vegetable laugh.
Categories:
slaking, food, fun,
Form:
Free verse
She walks like a traveller in her home
a once familiar thing, lost to her
And bright-eyed watches the same night sky
that demonstrates new things to her,
orchestrating new patterns for her in the stars to find
and paving beams of light across leaves
that were strewn for her
by the dawn wind slaking the limbs of her own trees
for whatever thing lost that still is,
She searches the dust from her own feet
that she's brought from another land in a dream
Categories:
slaking, loss, travel, lost, lost,
Form:
Rhyme
The gurgling stream,
leading a straggling line
of cattails
down into the valley
to circle our sleeping village
nourishing bright slashes of
golden rod
slaking the thirst of ponies
shaking out their manes
in moonlight
tickling the toes of wild children
splashing in the shallows
dousing out the dying embers
of the last campfire
carressing the form
of a maiden
swimming at midnight
out to meet a warrior
in a white canoe.
Categories:
slaking, native american, nature,
Form:
Free verse
I spent days like this before
You made a difference at age three
Coming in the room
Directly to climb my knee.
It is my best hour of memory
When sunset sinks my shadow
Into the deep sea of salt loneliness.
Besides what I give away
I knew birth had no time special
To celebrate bundled clay
I was always bereft of loyal minds
Who cared to say what you said
Again today - your gift of ritual
Cannot make the bland the first
Slaking of a father's thirst;
Thanks anyway - I love you more.
Categories:
slaking, caregiving, childhood, i love you,
Form:
Free verse