Wafers

by Poet on the Piano   Aug 26, 2012


These tiny cookies are the art from which
I taste another side of you, never crossed
before nor sailed underneath arrogance
that's denied when you lay next to me.

Everyone, at one point, is deceived;
like how you once called my hair auburn
though I had never touched fire.

Here I remain, watching the wafer's tidy box
release the last day I wanted more of you,
and suddenly I'm quivering, stoking crumbs
I can't lick off my fingers- for their number is
just too scattered to raise up.

Not bothering to take bites, swallowing
what could have been pieces, in realization
that they are the childhood not yet varied
among you-

and I consume them, wishing I knew
another life...

* written August 26, 2012 at 3:08 pm.

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  • 12 years ago

    by average thoughts

    I totaly agree wid Darren..
    U gave life to a simple object..

  • 12 years ago

    by Stephen

    I find this poem to be very interesting.. You did a great job here. The title made me curious as to what this could be about, I'm glad I decided to read it. I love this poem because it sort of brings me back to my childhood and those cookies.. I love how you mention not bothering to take bites, swallowing what could have been pieces.. so true... yet throughout this poem there seems to a deeper meaning.. IDK maybe it's just me, regardless, very nice poem. Great job

  • 12 years ago

    by Decayed

    Everyone, at one point, is deceived;
    like how you once called my hair auburn
    though I had never touched fire.

    ^ This can be a poem ALONE.

    It's technically my favorite part of your poem.

    I think you have played on the word: auburn .. probably taking only the 'burn' part and relating it to 'fire'... that's why the result 'deceived'.... BEAUTIFUL, MaryAnne...

    this is so creative.

    Anyway.. let's go back to the poem... I didn't expect you'd turn out the plot to the 'childhood' part.. I was surprised, even wished for a subtle transition to be there....

    but in the 2nd read, I think 'wafers' just pave the way to childhood...

    Amazing write!

  • 12 years ago

    by Britt

    This has me craving vanilla wafer crusted banana pudding pie. Yum.

    I will say the title, while it gave specifics as to what you're talking about, didn't really match with the tone of the poem. I read the title earlier thinking it'd be a funny poem, or something in misc, but you surprised me with in being this tone. It was a bit misleading and if I didn't read all your work, honestly the title wouldn't have caught my attention.

    But then you get into the meat of the poem and I absolutely love how you referred it back to childhood, as it always does with me. Your tone is so reminiscent and has so many unknowns and unsure-ness (not a word I know lol) about it. It's really a great poem!

  • 12 years ago

    by Darren

    Another one of your great poems where you take a simple object and give it life through your poetry.

    I love the way you can write in fine detail something that we all miss in our busy lives.

    It has great imagery, great detail and quite sad in places. great poem again.

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