Filled Bellies
I have been listening to Maggie Smith every morning as I start the coffee or tea and I guess she is invading my soul, pulling out the poet in me.
She spoke about a lot of ways to pull from your writing, little assignments I like to think of them. The assignment for me was to develop my titles a bit differently than I usually do. I usually pull words from the actual piece and make them the title. She suggests that we create the title as a feeling or an image the piece might conjure instead.
I love poetry but do not think of myself as a poet. I am a prose writer, but I guess I can be more. Labels are funny. Why do we take some and leave the others? Nevertheless, my husband came in this morning with a bounty of groceries hanging from his fingertips, and the muse within me began crafting words. Here is the result.
Bellies Filled
A full fridge
Not taken for granted,
Sits in my kitchen.
There was a time
Almost forgotten
But not yet
When this
A desire
A want
A need
A prayer
Was…
Our very Survival.
There was a time,
Popcorn for dinner
Again.
Not today!
Today a full fridge
In my kitchen
Sits.
Maybe it’s too simple…too childish?
Yours Truly,
~Heidi Lynn