Kay Bressner Poems
|41.||The Branches Of The Trees||10/25/2008|
|45.||Mexican Apples And Other Delights||11/14/2008|
|46.||The Clouds On Sunday||1/11/2009|
|47.||Nothing Could Be More Sweet||1/11/2009|
|48.||Waiting For Thoreau||2/2/2009|
|57.||When The Rainbow Flows Around Me||7/25/2009|
|59.||Trickles Of Autumn||10/8/2009|
|60.||This Is The Day||10/8/2009|
|68.||One By One||11/9/2009|
|75.||Sex And The Species||8/4/2008|
|77.||Mashed Potatoes (A Vegetarian Sonnet)||11/9/2009|
Mashed Potatoes (A Vegetarian Sonnet)
Lovely cumulus clouds they bring to mind,
a soft scoop looks just like the glowing moon,
or drift of winter snow that's bright and fine;
what magical, wonderful comfort food!
I never met a spud I didn't love,
it seems that I have been this way since birth,
baked, curly fried, garlicky, crinkle cut;
can't think of any vege with more worth
Still I ponder who was the first masher...
could tuber have been rude, offending him?
was she p.o.'d at potato? ask her;
the likelihood we'll ever know is slim
But I tell you my fat cells feel ...
Passing showers of images
Landing in little lakes of
and playing in puddles