cheerios, kix, life:
wholesome triumvirate of
toddler nutrition.
blessed trinity:
each with its own benefits,
its own quirky charm.
behold cheerios:
granddaddy of the morning
breakfast ritual.
easy to pick up,
hard to avoid stepping on—
to dust they shall return.
kix: an enigma.
“is it sweet? is it savory?”
i wonder; she eats.
bulbous stalactite,
an edible cocklebur,
dangling from her butt.
and then there is life:
a grand name for such mundane
pillows of sweet wheat.
and yet, mixed with milk
and the tincture of time, a
metamorphosis!
once crunchy biscuits
melt into one another—
a great adhesive:
thick, crazy glue
that binds all things as one; not
unlike Life Itself.
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this is great! how beautiful the mundane can become when put in the hands of a poetic artist
ooooohhhhhh, man. i love kix. love it. yep.
I’ve got to stop leaving haiku comments at revmom’s. In the face of real poetry, mine is shameful.
I have a cousin who once posed a Christmas card thusly: husband and wife, in black-tie attire, sit at dining room table with two toddlers. Entire table covered with mountain of Cheerios, spilling over onto the floor.
Thou art the Wilma Whitman of our time, verily.
Oh tsk, Songbird. It was your verses and cheesehead’s that inspired me this round!
Well now, there you’ve done it!
Show off!
Poetry — good.
Taste in cereals — bad. ;^) Too healthy.
In our house, it’s just Cheerios.
We are cereal monogamists.
GROAN!!!!!!