#chowder - Hello Poetry

On rainy days I look up poems set in Seattle, then look back at the rain set against the window I imagine the water was carried here from the shores of their bay across Pike Place, through Belltown, in buckets they use to carry Pacific salmon off fishing boats, or in lidded Styrofoam bowls used to take out clam chowder I practice walking in this manner, sans umbrella, through the parking lot of a South Florida strip mall. When I reach the 24-hour Dunkin Donuts, past the laundromat and the check cashing store, I channel my inner Seattleite: poised in wet socks, unrushed as the sips they take from their mugs when its **** pouring outside I renounce sugary accoutrements and have what they're having: Black coffee with a splash of rain, A balance perfected on their slanted hill streets that breed more poets per capita than anywhere else in the country Vegas can have its mirages in the desert San Francisco, its gold bridge I think I should just have this coffee, and this rainy day as the poem it is.

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Aug 24, 2017

Aug 24, 2017 at 10:58 AM UTC

Antinoart

Raining Coffee

On rainy days I look up poems set in Seattle, then look back at the rain set against the window I imagine the water was carried here from the shores of their bay across Pike Place, through Belltown, in buckets they use to carry Pacific salmon off fishing boats, or in lidded Styrofoam bowls used to take out clam chowder I practice walking in this manner, sans umbrella, through the parking lot of a South Florida strip mall. When I reach the 24-hour Dunkin Donuts, past the laundromat and the check cashing store, I channel my inner Seattleite: poised in wet socks, unrushed as the sips they take from their mugs when its **** pouring outside I renounce sugary accoutrements and have what they're having: Black coffee with a splash of rain, A balance perfected on their slanted hill streets that breed more poets per capita than anywhere else in the country Vegas can have its mirages in the desert San Francisco, its gold bridge I think I should just have this coffee, and this rainy day as the poem it is.

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I was recently complimented by a bowl of Whole Foods clam chowder so I thanked it. You’re not so bad yourself, Whole Foods clam chowder! Truly, I enjoy you very much.

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Jan 14, 2020

Jan 14, 2020 at 2:50 PM UTC

meat-stevens

Whole Foods Clam Chowder

I was recently complimented by a bowl of Whole Foods clam chowder so I thanked it. You’re not so bad yourself, Whole Foods clam chowder! Truly, I enjoy you very much.

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She was a girl called Chowder, Hopes hanging on her heart And roses in her window. Written up to as much as she thought she was, She let go, Let the blows take her back to the Days on the beach-- The lake. Her age too young, But too confident to see An impending reality Of ultimate misery. Every night she puts her feelings away And every day she unpacks them again-- Hanging the hopes on her heart And the roses in her window. Claiming what she had She dreamed, She flew! Like a bird she was away Where the cold no longer persisted, Away from where he hunted. Out alone she breathed heavy, Ready to start afresh, Winning hearts yet wondering why, And downing more drafts than healthy. Again she enters into the memory A kiss On the beach At the lake. Chowder-- Return not to the past you dreamt of leaving. Enter into the future with hopes hanging on your heart. **** the rips he caused on your heart. Water the roses in the open dimmed window. Heap a load of joys in your life. Claim what is yours and what was never his. Chowder-- Take your wings and fly.

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Aug 31, 2014

Aug 31, 2014 at 12:26 PM UTC

aeyajj

Aliferous

She was a girl called Chowder, Hopes hanging on her heart And roses in her window. Written up to as much as she thought she was, She let go, Let the blows take her back to the Days on the beach-- The lake. Her age too young, But too confident to see An impending reality Of ultimate misery. Every night she puts her feelings away And every day she unpacks them again-- Hanging the hopes on her heart And the roses in her window. Claiming what she had She dreamed, She flew! Like a bird she was away Where the cold no longer persisted, Away from where he hunted. Out alone she breathed heavy, Ready to start afresh, Winning hearts yet wondering why, And downing more drafts than healthy. Again she enters into the memory A kiss On the beach At the lake. Chowder-- Return not to the past you dreamt of leaving. Enter into the future with hopes hanging on your heart. **** the rips he caused on your heart. Water the roses in the open dimmed window. Heap a load of joys in your life. Claim what is yours and what was never his. Chowder-- Take your wings and fly.

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