21/04/2018
Day 111: April 21, 2018:
Words
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Haiku Hank Jun 2016
Blueberry Cobbler
Blueberry cobbler
served piping hot with whip cream
I am in heaven
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Bryn May 2013
Sunshine Cobbler
You brought home peaches today,
in a small woven basket that smelt like sunshine.
I told you I'd make peach cobbler with them.
And when I went to get the pie pan out but there was already cobbler there.
I turned to you confused and you
Smiled a sad smile
Took my hand in yours and lead me to my rocking chair.
Told me that I looked beautiful today-
that you loved me.
I laughed a little laugh,
I'm sorry sir, you are kind, but we just met!
Again you smiled your sad smile,
took my left hand in yours,
We've been married for 46 years
You brought home peaches today,
in a small woven basket that smelt like sunshine.
I told you I'd make peach cobbler with them.
And when I went to get the pie pan out but there was already cobbler there.
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Richard Matheson May 2011
Eating Your Peach Cobbler
Vanilla frozen cream
over slices of pink-orange inner flesh,
steam as something cold
is lain upon something hot.
The fluffy-whiteness spreads
the soft-firm peachiness apart, leaks
into the space between, gathers
in a small puddle of thick milkiness,
almost pearlescent.
Rolling-back eyes,
scent of precious fruit,
burning cold bowl
in hand, contents slide down the throat
all at once, swallow.
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Timothy Mooney Jul 2011
The Old Cobbler
To sew a shoe
A simple thing
To do
Or to stitch a sole
And nail a heel
For a Gentleman's
Stroll
A thimbled poke
A tug of string
A knot
A dozen brads
And a hope
A whisk of shine
For some Lad's
Trot...
Upon this bench
My tools of trade
I work
To sn**ch a soul
One shoe, by shoe
They all walk down
My road.
A Lady's boot
A slippered foot
Some lace
I'll fix them all
I have the time
They all pass by
My place.
-- Timothy Mooney