big and small

 

so many grand words

 

bruited about

 

 

I held newborns

 

on my chest

 

between my breasts

 

felt their mouths search

 

 

I stroked

 

a hatchling chick

 

a pink wobble

 

a mere thumb tip

 

 

I sat by the ocean

 

relentless

 

I put my palm

 

on the backbones

 

of the earth

 

 

my worlds stretched

 

my words shrank

 

 

so they should





Poetry by Katarina Wikholm
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Written on 2012-05-28 at 08:29

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I do like your poetry. Excuse me if this sounds too personal, but your poems are sensual, they touch the senses. Perhaps it is the love of cooking, the breaking down to the most basic ingredients, then recombining to make something wonderful, in this case with words.

I sat by the relentless ocean yesterday.

I miss the floating girl, but it's nice to see you.
2012-05-28