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MURDER?
Sunflower sprouts on my chicken salad:
baby sunflower plants.
Infanticide?
No, inPLANTicide.
© Mary Lee Hahn, 2012
Poem #6, National Poetry Month 2012
Friday, April 06, 2012
MURDER? - a food poem
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Giggling...I hope I haven't offended the plants.
ReplyDeleteHA! I love that little sick side you have, Mary Lee! xo, a.
ReplyDeleteI can't let my husband, Jeff, read this. He'll be devastated. He's a bit obsessed with sunflowers. As a matter of fact, he came back today with two packs of sunflower seeds to plant. The title is so important in this poem. I find choosing a title to be much harder than I anticipated.
ReplyDeleteI am LOVING choosing titles! Ever since Final Page of Oak Leaf's Memoir, I have realized how very integral the title is to the poem. Not a descriptor tacked on after the poem is written, but sometimes almost the first line of the poem, or an early punchline, or the bit that makes the poem mean more than it ever could on its own.
DeleteEeek!
ReplyDeleteWhy does this seem worse that cracking sunflower seeds between my teeth?
This Is Just To Say
ReplyDeleteI have eaten
the sprouts
that were on
my sandwich
and which
you were probably
saving
for the garden
Forgive me
they were delicious
so young
and so very green
Ha! I'm glad I wasn't the first to comment; I might have missed this reply to Murder? But-I do love Inplanticide-It will give my online dictionary a challenge!
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