Sunday, October 14, 2012

Berkshires use my finger towels




Berkshires use my finger towels

ruthless and without tact,
wake me restless,

hot and hungry,
Mozart's Serenade No. 10
like a meadow in my hair.

I pull damp strands from my neck,

grab the sill in my descent,
each dark stair a trowel,
unearthed in my hand.

I crave often and sticky

your peanut butter,
stand in the kitchen at 3:00 a.m.,
lick it clean from my thumb.


tk, October 2012


image: Midnight Snack, 1984 by Curtis Wilson Cost

47 comments:

  1. The greatest of pleasures; a hunger satisfied. Particularly in the middle of the night or a dream.

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  2. Never was peanut butter so honored.

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  3. Your peanut butter cravinga and Margaret Atwoods peas with cream! ;-)

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  4. Hehe... Wonderful!

    The words aren't flowing too freely, but I'm hoping to get something written!

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  5. Peanut butter does look mighty damn good here, but I wouldn't at all have liked what those Berkshires have done to my towels. :)

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  6. oh wow! love this...esp, like a meadow in my hair...

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  7. meadow in your hair and mozart.how fab!!

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  8. Delicious... I love peanut butter on toast, sadly it doesn't look good on my hips though.
    Loved this:
    hot and hungry,
    Mozart's Serenade No. 10
    like a meadow in my hair.

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  9. Craving for peanut butter at 3 am ~ Delicious post ~

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  10. You're giving me the giggles, girl. :)

    "I crave often and sticky
    your peanut butter,
    stand in the kitchen at 3:00 a.m.,
    lick it clean from my thumb."

    Love this too: "ruthless and without tact"

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  11. Fun with peanut nutter ... delicious :-)

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  12. Love this:

    Mozart's Serenade No. 10
    like a meadow in my hair.

    and the peanut butter of course.

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  13. a curious poem demanding a number of rereadings from this reader. lovely painting

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  14. Best time for peanut butter, this poem is finger lickin' good!

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  15. Love a mid-night-snack ! thanks.

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  16. Oh my! This is so wonderful ... it had the opposite effect on me.

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  17. This relates to Lady M, more than myself. Maybe it's a female thing!

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  18. It seems you were in the grip of a fevered sleepless night Tess (your recent cold perhaps?). Only peanut butter could cure it. I hate to be the ignoramus amongst this clever band of Magpies, but I would rather own up to not understanding. I don't know what the Berkshires are - should I? (It's a pain having to explain I know!)

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    1. Berkshires are a breed of pig...it was a weird dream I had...they were using my finger towels!

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    2. Metaphorically speaking...yes...

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  19. I'm listening to Diana Krall whilst reading this. Excellent match.

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  20. Thanks to Little Nell for asking my question first. I thought they were a mountain range, and I was sitting here trying to figure out what mountains could possibly have to do with a finger towel, and how that translated into peanut butter.

    Odd fact: I must have some sort of esophagus issue, because peanut butter gives me heartburn. Thus, sadly, I can never eat it late at night because the lying back down is too painful. I can only eat peanut butter in small doses, in the middle of the day, followed by copious amounts of ice cold milk.

    Happily, licking fingers at 3AM is perfectly fine. Preferably not my own.

    8-)

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    1. Try Omeprazole...I take one every day and am a new woman...

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    2. I would, but my husband refuses to sleep with anyone but me.

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  21. Peanut butter as metaphor ~~~ how delightful.

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    1. You know my stuff is full of metaphoric meaning...

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  22. wonderful... peanut butter striped my favorite side to side with a cheesewiz... hehehe...

    JJRod'z

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  23. Sleepy, senuous and serene. Love your metaphors! =D

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  24. Resonant images of late night satisfaction so all consuming

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  25. At first I'm thinking, peanut butter straight from the jar, nothing so good. But I'm rereading the poem, and finding so much more!

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  26. Thanks for the walk through this meadow in your hair, Tess !

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  27. You peanut butter....me chocolate cake....its all good at 3 am! Love this Tess! :-)

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  28. Peanut butter directly from the jar and eaten with a spoon! Yes, a great snack anytime day or night. Great poem!

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  29. Pigs using towels would wake me too but never to peanut butter - can't bear it:-)

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  30. Peanut butter cravings satisfied at that late hour. What other choice at midnight than in the shadows of faint lights far from civilization! Nicely Tess!

    Hank

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  31. I was thinking of the mountain range and couldn't make sense of the first lines. Thanks, Nell, for asking.

    Peanut butter is always a good cure.

    (with honey)

    ;)

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  32. Every line of this is just perfect! I love the meadow in your hair and "I crave often and sticky." What a yummy poem!

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  33. A singing meadow...a glorious piece!

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  34. Mozart Serenade No. 10
    like a meadow in my hair

    -made me smile and transported me to my own meadow of a dreamland. :)

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