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A Frying Pan for One

Sometimes I feel I don't have a body
and yet just a pair of ears or wings
depending on what I focus on
listening or tumbling down the hill.

Sometimes I feel I have nobody.
And I enjoy my solitude
having one egg for breakfast
made on a small frying pan.

Salinger without a cover, the first pages
rounded and browned, lies on the table.
I drink coffee from a blue cup
and watch rain slowly freezing on
rhododendrons around my home.

I love them, the confused plants
started blooming last month.
There was a first snowstorm a week ago
but their buds keep opening showing
bright pink slightly curled insides.

I often feel like them out of context,
out of line over performer,
bright outlier under the layer of ice.

Coffee is almost over as well as
the story I picked to re-read for the morning.
I know the ending already.
But I don’t expect and I don't want
anything new from the dead.
I could re-read, re-listen, re-kiss
forever or at least while I breathe.

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pleasure to read this one IRiz

raj (sublime_ocean)

thank you,Raj


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A cool tribute to books, "old friends". Paints a cool picture of solitude.

thank you, Greg, glad you are around


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of "Nobody" and "no body" to denote a difference in perspective and the feeling of being alone and being okay with it. Books being a big part of my life; [whiling] away the time waiting for who or whatever, they are my constant companions. I enjoyed much. ~ Geezer.

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thank you, Gee, very much for reading!


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love the Salinger reference. I like the way the poem handles the detachment.

I disagree with the above comment, I do not like "no body" because a poem is meant do be read aloud, and so sounds like "nobody"...just as easy to say

Sometimes I feel I don't have a body
just a pair of eyes, ears, or wings....

then in the next stanza, "nobody" works as it should.

But the central idea and sentiment of the poem comes through. nice images.
Here I would give a sight trim...

And I enjoy my solitude
having one egg for breakfast
made on a small frying pan (don't have to repeat "for one")

Hope I'm not one of your old friends, maybe new things might come from our correspondence! Hope so!

I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance
ee cummings

Mark, dear.
You always surprise me.
The old friends in the poem are mostly books whose authors passed away and yet even they give me a new food for thought when I reread them.
Thank you for your suggestions. I think you are right the first line may sound better as "I don't have a body". I have to sleep on it I am very inert when it is about making changes.


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only one thing common with me
I too have a single egg
being too aged

That is a lot in common my friend.
A lot. Lol. Have a good weekend!!!!


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