suffering tasted like our mouths
I attempted a body balm yesterday with cocoa butter (+ beeswax and jojoba oil), and that stuff is not easy to work with. Also there's such a thing as smelling too powerfully like chocolate. Who knew? But it is nice and moisturizing, even if I probably wouldn't use it myself because the smell is overpowering. the people I'll give it to will hopefully like it.
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Today's poem:
Newfane
by D. Nurkse
1.
How we loved to create a world.
Out of gray we made the pin-oak leaves
with their saw teeth and odd waxy sheen,
dry and matte to the touch, out of granite
we made the marriage house, and always
we added a flaw that we called fire
or time or the stranger.
2.
A drop of water on the lip of a jug,
trembling, trying to hold on
for another second to the idea of sphericity-
that was us, our nakedness.
3.
We worked to thwart our happiness
because it was so unexpected;
suffering tasted like our mouths.
4.
We had a flagstone path, a pond, four birches,
a dog racing in tight circles, helpless
against the dream of fresh snow.
In the future, that red Schwinn with training wheels
must find a way to pedal itself.
5.
World like a child who learned to walk
beyond our outstretched hands.
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Today's poem:
Newfane
by D. Nurkse
1.
How we loved to create a world.
Out of gray we made the pin-oak leaves
with their saw teeth and odd waxy sheen,
dry and matte to the touch, out of granite
we made the marriage house, and always
we added a flaw that we called fire
or time or the stranger.
2.
A drop of water on the lip of a jug,
trembling, trying to hold on
for another second to the idea of sphericity-
that was us, our nakedness.
3.
We worked to thwart our happiness
because it was so unexpected;
suffering tasted like our mouths.
4.
We had a flagstone path, a pond, four birches,
a dog racing in tight circles, helpless
against the dream of fresh snow.
In the future, that red Schwinn with training wheels
must find a way to pedal itself.
5.
World like a child who learned to walk
beyond our outstretched hands.
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This entry at DW: http://musesfool.dreamwidth.org/920879.html.
people have commented there.