Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Tonight, A Little Poem


my daughter’s mouth
is remarkable.

smooth and supple, it shapes itself
into an o and grows to an ah –
anticipates a plastic ring.

the tender mollusk tongue
neatly folds and unfolds
around the object

blind in sensation;
the method of
touch slow and exact.

she traces glistening lines
until a soft wetness coats
anything more to be learned

and the tongue retreats,
slips back behind her shell
silent in its knowing.


4 comments:

  1. What a fun little snail. Fantastic word choice in this line, "the tender mollusk tongue".

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  2. Your blog is amazing!! :)) You are a great writer who obviously has a passion for what they are writing about! I would appreciate it if you would check out my blog and let me know what you think in a comment on a post you like! I would love to have a talented writers input! Keep up the great work!!!
    -Wanderlust Rach <3

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  3. Your blog is amazing!! :)) You are a great writer who obviously has a passion for what they are writing about! I would appreciate it if you would check out my blog and let me know what you think in a comment on a post you like! I would love to have a talented writers input! Keep up the great work!!!
    -Wanderlust Rach <3

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  4. Love that little mollusk mouth! Nice surprise this poem, Erin.

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