tinkling in the wind
shells hang along the terrace
summer’s song
muddy waters
like the great Mississippi
snow melts
spiderweb
gossamer threads shimmer
in the kitchen corner
preparing a feast
eyes close by themselves
chopping onions
© G.s.k. ‘14
A joy to read – so well done! Happy new year!
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Thanks Birgitta! Happy you enjoyed it!
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A song of wind and light and water the whole way through — from the Muddy Mississippi to the eyes closing on their own. Perhaps more to chopping the onions though?
Nicely done — so much to feel here.
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Ah yes … those onions always do it to me every time … glad you liked the post Jen …
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Lovely post, almost wanted to close my eyes but when I saw chopping onion…ooops, not a time to close!
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Not at all and still that’s the reaction I have to chopping onions …
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well now you need to chop a bit…rinse hands under cold water…and so on and so forth
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Ah … that would probably help … I just do all the chopping at once and divide them up for the different dishes.
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Well try more rinsing
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