Hello and Happy Poetry Friday! Be sure to visit Ramona at Pleasures from the Page for Roundup.
Speaking of Ramona... this week she sent me a link to a live presentation (coming Aug. 23 - here is the link) of cellist Wendy Sutter playing Bach's Six Solo Cello Suites. So sweet, and so lovely! (Thank you, Ramona!)
And... in a serendipitous twist, I had just been practicing the Prelude to Bach's Cello Suite 1 when I received Ramona's text. :) And that re
My poem this week features another woman performing a mundane task (like Vermeer's Lacemaker from a few weeks ago)... and imagines her feelings about this task. I ended up playing with repetition in the poem, too, because these daily tasks ARE repetitive. Thank you for reading!
Someone must mind the milk –
I do not mind that it's me.
I've warmed to the task
of sorting froth-curd-cream
from milk warmed
by blood and breathing.
sounds like a sleepy baby's sigh
as milk spills from the russet jug.
I want to hug this gentle moment,
but it spills into the next
and the next and the next
without any mind of me at all.