Ted Kooser. Photo credit: UNL Publications and Photography. One of poetry's most important tools is sensory imagery, and the following poem, by Christie Towers of Massachusetts, brings in pleasurable smells, tastes and sounds to evoke a rich experience starting with what? Just a bowl of water.
This poem was a semi-finalist for the 2018 Pablo Neruda Prize from Nimrod International Journal.
Sugar Water in Winter
A bowl of rose water dreams itself empty on the radiator: It's December and we can hardly afford the heat, our milk money crinkling hungry over the cold counter of our convenience store, the very last of our cash for creamer, for pleasantries, for cheap tea and cigarettes, for the barely- there scent of roses burning softly. We trade our hungers for hearth, for the clank and hiss of warmth. Small fires, these, but even we, in our clamorous poverty, demand pleasure: steal sugar, our neighbor's flowers, and never, ever are caught thankless in better weather.
Ted Kooser. Photo credit: UNL Publications and Photography. One of poetry's most important tools is sensory imagery, and the following poem, by Christie Towers of Massachusetts, brings in pleasurable smells, tastes and sounds to evoke a rich experience starting with what? Just a bowl of water.
This poem was a semi-finalist for the 2018 Pablo Neruda Prize from Nimrod International Journal.
Sugar Water in Winter
A bowl of rose water dreams itself empty on the radiator: It's December and we can hardly afford the heat, our milk money crinkling hungry over the cold counter of our convenience store, the very last of our cash for creamer, for pleasantries, for cheap tea and cigarettes, for the barely- there scent of roses burning softly. We trade our hungers for hearth, for the clank and hiss of warmth. Small fires, these, but even we, in our clamorous poverty, demand pleasure: steal sugar, our neighbor's flowers, and never, ever are caught thankless in better weather.