Breakfast

December 3, 2013
By Silhouettes GOLD, Waltham, Massachusetts
Silhouettes GOLD, Waltham, Massachusetts
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Favorite Quote:
"Poetry surrounds us everywhere, but putting it on paper is, alas, not so easy as looking at it." -Vincent Van Gogh


You told me she had died in a hospital bed
With her glasses on
So that she could see Death properly

And I picked away at my breakfast,
Which was pancakes and strawberries,
Trying to imagine
Her squinting ahead at Him
With her dying eyesight

The pancakes were dry and store-bought
And my plate was a pool of cold syrup
And flavorless,
Half-eaten strawberries
When I had finished,
And my hands were stained with the sweet blood

And you took my place,
Picking away at soggy crumbs.


The author's comments:
Luckily, this didn't really happen. But somehow I related breakfast and grief, I don't know why. Please tell me what you think, it would be greatly appreciated!

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sashaaa BRONZE said...
on Apr. 1 2014 at 5:15 pm
sashaaa BRONZE, Fort Pierce, Florida
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I like the beginning part, "you told me she died..." and then after, even though she's sad (I think) It's nice that she's eating breakfast (with pancakes) which makes it not that sad.  And it seems like a story, with this main character...




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