Moment within and between

Sounds like baby

teeth in an African rainstick.

 

she murmured over the precise

clicking of her knitting

needles from the whicker

rocking chair by the front

window.

 

I hesitated between the gaped door

and my elongated shadow--

     rain blinked from the ground.

 

Grandma, what do you mean?

 

She spat out her dentures

and muffled her soft

cry with the knitting.

Author's Note

Not really sure where this came from...

Reviews

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlande..]

this is one of the ones i hadn't gotten to yet
I guess fixing the typo made it show up in my feed

well you say you don't know where it came from
but you did have the poem with the grandmother and the balloons
I could speculate, but I'd rather just figure
something is on your heart and mind
this is a beautiful poem, you made it eternally accessible
you channeled something special, whether from observation or imagination
I attribute this as an homage to grandmothers and grandchildren everywhere
I've lost three grandmothers; each a tragedy

[allie_arrowz]

dentures are a major bummer,
typo: Hesitated

[Fabio_Cassilias]

moment of pure madness i guess.i like it though..