twoblueviolets

Your God is not my God.  Stay with me now, I know this makes your hackles rise, your hands raised in the spiteful fear that you could be challenged. The fear of fraud.

There was cedar in the beginning and then there were candy canes. 

Potato soup, three ingredients but I added four 
Potatoes, cheese, broth and something a little more 
cringey action I know, confusing recipe I know 
I know.

Sisyphean poetry - a repeat of the same set of lines where every time a line gets added or taken away it starts at the beginning again - a poem that can never end and never be entirely complete

There's a haze out in the meadow before the cattle graze,
settled slow and clean and shining like a glaze, 

the cattle move on in as the dew begins to dry,
the haze clears up fast like a tear in the eye.

smack crack whack 

the clinking clanking sound of hammer hitting anvil

the hiss of a fire, the crackle of the coals