Hokey Pokey (What this blog's all about)

A writing challenge I've given myself to write every day for six months. After some posts, I'll put in a comment with a brief explanation of the inspiration for the piece. Some posts will be practice for bigger projects: character sketches or settings. I don't really know what all will happen which is why I'm doing it.

Sunday, April 15, 2012

Day 13

Old now,
he pours his sorrow into soup
he eats straight from the can
hoping other flavors take over
gnarled, hardwork hands dwarf
his flimsy swirling spoon
letters float to the top
spell out an answer
"let go"
arthritic hands don't release simply
or completely
so he swallows
slowly
slowly
every mixed drop
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  1. Karin MitchellApril 16, 2012 at 11:11 AM

    A friend's status update read "Sometimes FB makes me feel like I'm confiding into a can of soup."

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  2. dollginaApril 17, 2012 at 8:36 AM

    This is good. I always think sad when I think soup. Worse than a can of soup is an empty can, but that's what kids used back in the day, right? A string and cans to talk to each other from far away. But I bet they didn't really hear anything at all.

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