She was nibbling at her toast on Sunday
morning when they started to
speak, eyes
lingering on each other. Mother
began to
mix brown sugar into oatmeal, but the
thing
about brown sugar is it tends to
be just about
as subtle a cover for oats, breakfast
of horses,
as are lingered looks a cover for
hints of
brown-molasses-sugar-night-sounds.
Sounds that sweet and smooth drifted like
powder, floating on
pale blue light
late last night under
her doorway - From their passion to
her palate
to the core of her soul – tasted
on her tongue
This Sunday morning as she ate
her toasty
break-fast: Spooned-served-love
on the side
smiling parents on a sweet-sugar-Sunday-sigh
a beautiful sweet sunday:)
ReplyDeleteAll is sweet, a desert! And brown sugar is good on almost everything!
ReplyDeleteI think brown sugar works well with oats.. I might be a horse :-)
ReplyDeletevery interesting write, life is not always as it seems. Very nice.
ReplyDeleteWhat a warm and wonderful Sunday morning! That kind of 'sugar high' is a good thing!
ReplyDelete"........From their passion to her palate / to the core of her soul"..path of the unconditional love....
ReplyDelete"........From their passion to her palate / to the core of her soul"..path of the unconditional love....
ReplyDeleteThis is very sweet (pun intended). I hope many youngsters, and not so young people, can experience 'smiling parents on a sweet-sugar-Sunday-sigh' once in a while.
ReplyDeleteWhat a blissful morning. :)
ReplyDeleteI really like all your hyphenated sections, like "brown-molasses-sugar-night-sounds."
This:
"powder, floating on
pale blue light
late last night"
And this:
"sweet-sugar-Sunday-sigh"
well fine tuned lines.
ReplyDelete;)
A delicious use of the words
ReplyDeleteWhat a dreamy sweet Sunday morning...definitely one which would warm body and soul
ReplyDeleteI LOVE brown sugar on oatmeal - more than the oatmeal, sadly. I enjoyed this Pearl.
ReplyDeleteNeigh!!!! Feeling their oats I should say.
ReplyDeleteSo she guessed did she? It is going to be good day for all of them.
ReplyDeleteMe thinks her sweet smile covers a secret, warm and carefully hidden,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
sweet morning.
ReplyDeletethat was deliciously sacred.
ReplyDeleteSweet... Like brown sugar...
ReplyDeleteSounds like a fun breakfast.
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