you and me
are cooking
risotto
on a campfire
in the corner
of my mind.
we have
found our
own
little spot,
as free
from
the
threat of
big
brown
bears
as is possible.
we have a
wigwam
that is smaller
(by far)
than that
which we
need it
to be.
our wellies
sit snuggled
together
outside of
our canvas
home,
gathering
rainwater
and
little
lost
leeches.
we whisper our secrets to the trees; trustingly.
Monday, July 6, 2009
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4 comments:
I really like this-- may I post it in my blog at www.picturecamping.com? Of course, I'll credit you as author and link back to your site.
Thanks for considering this,
Jean B. in SC
i like this
I like the structure to this piece, the way the bears and the leeches are separated encouraging you to slow down and read each line carefully, at least that's how I responded to it.
Not sure about the semicolon before 'trustingly' though. Maybe a dash instead?
What I love about this poem was how it made me feel- cozy and safe.
I may have done this exact thing at some time in my life, but if I hadn't, I know I would want to after reading this.
:)
xo
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