This Plain White bowl
not porcelain, but cradled in grateful hands,
a perfect round of rice or rue or jello
carrot soup saucer, oatmeal coffer
ice cream chalice, strawberry short bake
the dark green leaves of lettuce and red
peppering take brief rest herein
before they become one with me,
I range plain as this round white bowl,
open to the menu's possibility.
-- Mistryel Walker
Saturday, April 11, 2009
April 11 Poem - This Plain White Bowl
Write a poem about an object. Of course it's not really about the bowl.