Still Life

November 30, 2018November 25, 2018 V.J. Knutson

“If you smell juice,”
Mother said,
“Do, please put on shine,
and whisper at me –
am having beauty sleep,
rusting from the sun.”

Together, when days cool,
or there about,
life be that still.

(Another magnetic poetry poem. Play online.)

Published by V.J. Knutson

Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential. View all posts by V.J. Knutson

6 thoughts on “Still Life”

j.a. case says:

November 30, 2018 at 4:33 pm

Wow, gorgeous and evocative.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  November 30, 2018 at 9:06 pm
  
  Thank you!
  
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  1. j.a. case says:
    
    December 1, 2018 at 12:16 am
    
    Most welcome.
    
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sgeoil says:

November 30, 2018 at 7:27 pm

This poem made me think of my mother, and her love of napping in the sun, sheltering from the wind, and ending up with sunstroke. I think it was the line “am having beauty sleep, rusting from the sun” I like that magnetic poetry, thank for introducing it to me.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  November 30, 2018 at 9:15 pm
  
  It is fun…looking forward to reading your creations. We should start a magnetic poetry Friday, or something, lol.
  
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  1. sgeoil says:
    
    November 30, 2018 at 9:15 pm
    
    That could be fun!
    
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