great challenge idea Ingrid! look forward to hearing everyone else's poem, i'll be back later to listen
don’t take no lumps
out
of my gravy
i say don’t beat no lumps
out
of my gravy
cause i’ve been craving baked potato
i’ve been craving dirt fruit
put something gritty on my plate
put some soil in my soul
thirty minutes in the oven
is
eternal
and i’ve been craving rain on hot pavement
trees with thick leaves to hide me from the sun
i’ve been craving playground simplicity
i’ve been craving crystal balls that know it all
and
never tell
so don’t take those lumps
out
of my gravy
oh hell no
don’t you steal no lumps
from
my gravy
cause
i’ve been craving love
the kind that chases me down
put both hands on the back of my neck
when
you kiss me
i’ve been craving metaphoric moon landings
and lost fate duct tape contraptions
the rehydration of the earth
streets alive, café windows full of people
eyes full of smiles, faces full of porkchop
(pass
the gravy)
i’ve been craving wasting all my time
in old blue fords on old dirt roads
a magic stone to skip all the way to the other shore
stevie wonder’s superstition and my cherie amour
(pass
the gravy)
that lumpy candy
cause i’m craving something chucky, something savory
something funky
something
sassy
it’s
not crazy
just means i’m hungry for more
whatever blessing be for me
that desire
that
earth-fire
put the fleet in my feet
put the hustle in my whistle
feed
the soil to my soul
and pass the gravy
posted for dverse
Oh yes, pass the gravy! I love it :-) Great to hear you read, and I love that you sometimes whisper your refrain 'pass the gravy' - adding to the sound effects!
ReplyDeleteExcellent. Enjoyed every second of it, especially you reference to "craving dirt fruit"
ReplyDeleteSo entertaining and profound. Shared on twitter. We should all be so excited for the lumps in life!
ReplyDeleteI love the metaphor of those lumps in the gravy... we need those little things to chew on.
ReplyDeleteSo MANY wonderful lines ~~ my favorite ~~ ‘ i’ve been craving wasting all my time in old blue fords on old dirt roads’ ~
ReplyDeleteCheers!
What would life be without those little things?
ReplyDelete"whatever blessing be for me."
ReplyDelete"i’ve been craving metaphoric moon landings
ReplyDeleteand lost fate duct tape contraptions
the rehydration of the earth
streets alive, café windows full of people
eyes full of smiles, faces full of porkchop"
This is where the poem shifts into higher gear - I loved this piece so much, Phillip!
Yours,
David [ben Alexander]
..."streets alive, cafe windows full of people, eyes full of smiles, faces full of pokchop chop" Yeah! I'm crving being with people too. Great write, Phillip.
ReplyDelete....porkchop, that is .... my mouse seemed to go awry somehow!
ReplyDeleteThis is absolutely exquisite! I especially love; "and i’ve been craving rain on hot pavement trees with thick leaves to hide me from the sun/i’ve been craving playground simplicity."💝💝
ReplyDeleteThis was fantastic! It was so good to you hear you tell it too Phillip. Oh those lumps in the gravy, rill isn’t! ☺️💕
ReplyDeleteIt was meant to stay Brilliant! 🤣
ReplyDeleteI love this! The rhythm and repetition, and so many wonderful lines.
ReplyDeleteSorry I'm so late to the party, Phillip. This one just tore at me--it's not sad, or any sadder than a face full of pork chops, but it seemed to remind me of a self I once had. All the cravings are so full of life, so loving of life. Just an excellent poem and I could quote line after line, but I really dug "..wasting all my time/in old blue fords on old dirt roads/a magic stone to skip all the way to the other shore/stevie wonder’s superstition and my cherie amour..."
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