Friday January 7, 2011 Poetry Pantry/ River of Stones/ Big Tent Poetry/ Thursday Theme

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Stone #7
The tea kettle begins to softly whistle,
Black coffee in open pot,
Smokes curls from the black liquid,
Yellow butter melts atop creamy
Breakfast of oatmeal, walnuts and raisins



http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2011/01/poetry-pantry-is-now-open-24.html
Thursday Theme/ prompt: Stairs
http://themethursday.blogspot.com/


Big Tent Poetry/ prompt: feet
http://bigtentpoetry.org/2011/01/come-one-come-all-january-7/

The Woman on the Stairs
The Woman who Wasn't There

It is that woman who wasn't there
The woman without feet,
She can't go up the stairs,
But stays where she is.

Yesterday, I saw that woman on the stairs.
The woman who wasn't there.

In a time long ago...
She slipped her feet,
Into the red shoes,
She danced upon the stairs,
Up and down she went,
As if to spread her wings,
She flew!

She sung the words onto the page,
She carefully folded each white sheet,
Then soaked it in the blood of her feet.
Sailing in the little boat,
The white sheet for a sail,
Covered with words,
She sailed the ocean red.
Now you'll find her on the stairs alone.

Again, yesterday I saw that woman on the stairs,
The woman who wasn't there.