Sunday, 13 April 2014

Words in Motion 2014- Feature Poems of the Day for National Poetry Month


In my mothers’ cold cellar
there was always enough reserve
to carry us through a winter;

the pickles were plentiful, onions too
September potatoes didn’t grow eyes till February
And we never noticed
that beets faded in the light...

...Bread had jams and berries
ice cream has preserves;
The freezer held fish and rabbits
and corn and beans and zucchini
and tons of tomatoes and peas.

Soups were good then
And gasoline was cheap.

And I was still naive enough
to believe everyone everywhere
lived like this.

Sharon Cordes Okrasa

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