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It was too soon for words
so I chopped onions and garlic
and fried them off in oil
dressing in the smells
and the promise of soul soup
I fed the birds
so they’d dance for me,
as I washed last night’s dishes,
and clung to their song
for the comfort of music and joy
When the birds and I
had eaten our fill
I prodded the fire
and added a log
burning my eyes on the flames
When the shoulds came knocking
I just let them be
refusing the bait
let me ripen a while
it’s still too soon for words
wordsthatserve 
Harula, I think this is the most beautiful poem of yours that I have read. All your writing is wonderful but this just goes onto a whole new level for me. Its just heaven to read. 🙂
Love and music and joy always
Xxx
Thank you so much Christine. This feedback is so appreciated as actually, I entered it for a competition, but it didn’t get anywhere. I was pretty pleased with it and worked on it over a few sessions, so it’s good to hear that, at least for you, that extra effort has paid off:-)
With much love and great gratitude,
Harula xxxxxxxx
My kind of poetry. I am a bird and soup and stewing over writing lover.
I’ve been hesitating to put more poetry on my blog…in case I get the birds and soup nerve to publish them, sell them.
A perfect poem, please don’t change a feather.
Patti
Thanks so much Patti for this beautifully poetic and appreciative comment! I too wonder how much to share and save for competitions/publishing but I believe I have many more in me and the instant feedback, at this stage in my writing journey, is so valuable. I did save this one, and entered it for a comp., but it didn’t get anywhere and I wanted to know if I was right that this was one of my better ones. I promise not to ‘change a feather’:-) With gratitude, H xxx
It is important that I find a way to say how much I love something so well crafted.
patti
Absolutely beautiful (again), Harula! 😀
Thanks so much Dianne, glad you enjoyed it:-)