Miss Miriam's Mirror: Walking on Cracks

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Walking on Cracks

18 inches thick and cracked.

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designing wallyJanuary 29, 2013 at 4:45 PM
It has been decades since I've been on ice, you've reminded me of how beautiful it can be...
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MissMiriamJanuary 30, 2013 at 11:09 AM
Indeed. It's so quiet and you can hear the ice cracking and moving under your feet. Sounds like thunder in the distance.
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Estancia De La Ding DongJanuary 30, 2013 at 3:50 PM
Very cool !
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POET'S CORNER

At the Cottage of Messer Violi
by Paul Violi

The mailbox, painted dark blue,
sits atop a tilted cedar post.
It has a little red flag on one side
and it is altogether remarkable.

The Toyota in the driveway
is very old and is said
to have come from Japan.

There is in the hallway
an immense dogfood bowl.
It is made of iridescent pink plastic.
It is, as I have said, immense
and it is hideous.

In the kitchenette is a statuette
of Ceres, Goddess of Wheaties.

The dishwasher is a Kenmore
and altogether worthy of praise.

In the foyer the over-sized painting
of a porkchop provides
visitors many opportunities
for conversation.

In the servants' quarters
there are many impressive works
that stress the imminence of death
and the probability of hell fire.

Placed on the broad maplewood table
beside bottles of cognac
there is a recording device
with a silver megaphone
into which natives are often
invited to shout
the oral histories of their people.

We whose hearts have been gripped
by life, scoff at the idea of art

as mere ornamentation: So they
seem to proclaim,
the three statues that adorn
the neighbor's lawn, plaster deer
with real bulletholes in them.