Because we all want to write more poems.
chipped
time chips
away our edges
like it has chipped
the painted rim
of the china cup
mom brought back to me
from California:
"here, I bought this
for you"
pushing it towards
me, saying
"I thought it was
funny", a faraway look
in her eyes, the cup
foreign, as if
she was not sure
what it was, not sure
who "I" was
anymore
- Jennifer Dixey's Shared Poems
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Benjamin Gorman
January 20, 2012
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I like this
A simple gesture full of meaning. And interesting the contrast (as I see it) to the haiku I just posted: yours is about erosion, mine about building up of layers.
Jennifer Dixey
January 22, 2012
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Half empty/Half full?
Life builds up layers. It also chips away at them. The question is, does it do both at once? Or sequentially? Is it a building up, a building up, and then a tearing down? Is it then just a question of when the tearing down begins? Or is it a responsibility to keep building up layers, so that whatever gets chipped away, there is still a richness there? I'm thinking of the hand-painted mug, too ... paint being layered on and then being chipped away. There's more to do here, or another piece to write.