Poetry Thursday Exercise - Lying!
Here it is. I can't tell you WHAT it is, but I think that's okay. I woke up at noon today, with this in my head, thinking "This is perfect for Poetry Thursday!" and I think that's funny. Title courtesy of Cinderella. Sort-of.
A Dream is a Lie Your Heart Makes
The butcher is slicing meat for a party I'll never have.
I order a latte the flavor of distance, take it from him,
then stand at the counter talking to a friend, maybe you.
Later, I reach over the counter for the latte again
forgetting I already have it. What the butcher gives me then
is a grin as far as Seattle, crooked on one side
and one half of his Oreo, white filling untouched,
because Bruce Springsteen never harmed a fly.
posted by Heather at 6:55 PM
13 Comments:
This is about me, isn't it? Your long-distance craving for me. The Oreo is really my ass, isn't it? Isn't it? Admit it.
OK, maybe not. Seriously, I do like this, Heather. Very much. I think it even makes sense, and not in the way I said above. You would never write a poem about me in which a butcher appears. Would you. You wouldn't hurt me like that. Would you?
Why are you waking up at noon, and with poems in your head? The only poem I ever wrote in my sleep went like this:
pillows talking
pillows sleeping
driving me back
to you - hoo - hoo
I'm not kidding. It's kind of got a tune to it, too. I'll sing it to you sometime.
8:32 PM
I have to really try hard to ignore the idea of the Oreo being Dana's ass . . .
but I love the liquidy flow of the poem, just rivulets of sensible nonsense, and the sounds! "latte the flavor of distance."
8:50 PM
Dear Dana, of course it is about missing you. And the butcher only hands out Oreos and lattes - doesn't that sound like your kind of butcher??
Your sleep poem cracked me up.
9:05 PM
Yes, Jim, Dana's ass is hard to ignore, isn't it?
Thank you so much for your comment!
9:06 PM
I wish I could get a latte the flavour of distance- or had thought to write that line myself ;-)
2:39 AM
Oreos and distance-flavored lattes sound good to me, I'd hang with this butcher any time.
"stand at the counter talking to a friend, maybe you"
Can it be me? This draws me and makes me wish it were...
9:07 AM
This is a great poem, with a perfect title. I am going to have to agree with Dana that this week's poems are the best yet. I have so many favorites!
9:34 AM
"...I order a latte the flavor of distance..."
LOVE that. I like the whole poem, but that line in particular just sings to me.
10:46 AM
Darn - I'm going to sound like an echo now, but that's the line that jumped for me too: a latte the flavor of distance. I love the way this prompt is getting everyone to mix everything up. Nothing like a good old fusion of the senses (and non-senses).
12:39 PM
i have to agree that i enjoy how this makes sense even though it may not seem like it would on the surface...
and i do think that this butcher would be the kind not to scare dana too much. :)
love that you woke up with this in your head...
5:14 PM
I, too, love the line "I order a latte the flavor of distance" I had to stop and read that again before reading on. great poem.
8:04 PM
I was another caught with the latte the flavour of distance. Since visiting Italy, all lattes taste of distance to me.
12:23 AM
I was going to say something original along the lines of I like the idea of a latte the flavour of distance.
But I decided to say I like the sound of your friend Dana, instead.
Thanks for visiting my blog :)
10:13 PM
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