photo by Snugglemuffin
Put on your bibs, because today I’m going to the spoons.
This is not the same as going to the dogs, going to the mattresses, or going bananas.
Going to the spoons means finding a poem which nourishes the soul with just one tiny spoonful of sweet sustenance.
Do we take things for granted?
Fail to see all the possibilities?
photo by Julio Gonzalez
Forget what’s truly important in life?
photo by MyUtopian
If so, perhaps it’s time to open wide and taste this goodness:
by Richard Jones
Some days I think I need nothing
more in life than a spoon.
With a spoon I can eat oatmeal
Or take the medicine doctors prescribe
I can swat a fly sleeping on the sill
or pound the table to get attention.
I can point accusingly at God
or stab the empty air repeatedly.
Looking into the spoon’s mirror,
I can study my face in its shiny bowl,
or cover one eye to make half the world
disappear. With a spoon
I can dig a tunnel to freedom
spoonful by spoonful of dirt,
or waste life catching moonlight
and flinging it into the blackest night.
What do you see in your favorite spoon?
photo by 34ever
Lots of delicious poetry is being served today by Karen at Mommy’s Favorite Children’s Books. Be sure to sample everything!
Oh, before you go, a little spoonlight —
photo by spleenboy
photo by Bev
BTW, did I tell you how good you look today?