Dinner BellA Poem by Einstein NoodleCollaboration with Zahra the Mysterious! ;) captcha "pejorism" go figure right!?To love or to kill is always the question murmured at the table. tell us a story you unsuspecting guest, pass on the dessert, pass a smile, Father, a large man of 50 yrs., use to his ways and means. A controller extrematus, he polishes his place at the head with his elbows; red meat juices dripping render tallow wax. Twelve others sit round the cherry wood in candle light. Tale after tale, they know. (except one) His stuttering collapses into hints; The shivering of his hand signals all and though both your hands are on the table, they know something is there that you hide. Mother sits across, quietly present in grace. Her movement environmentally protected like swans and albatross fly; respect and obedience persists at the door. There are ten children, maybe more. (Mother watches his stuttering fingers) She wears a chary smile, it goes well with her tight hair... she tells them a story too! It's about a rabbit, perhaps... no one knows for sure. You listen, until the questions clank like a dinner bell in the background yet loud. (Do we pray for an answer, or for the lack of one)? Shaking appearances denies deluding a family of quills and the tale is up ... darts loosed and barbs begin the journey inward ... always inward. working into the real meat. A collaboration Zahra and E. 03/16/2017 © 2017 Einstein NoodleAuthor's NoteFeatured Review
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Added on March 16, 2017Last Updated on March 17, 2017 AuthorEinstein NoodlePork Rind, AKAboutThis morning as I began to log in to WC, it occurred to me what an inspiring and comfortable place this has become for me. There are so many talented people sharing, encouraging, teaching and learni.. more..Writing
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