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ship of verbs in the kitchen sink

by Kristina Woodhill

we converse together
two women
word soup

the poetry
of your wild
grammar

grips my ears;
i travel back
eagerly

letting pidgin
english
find a perch

on distant
humming wires;

i point at
black on white

trying
to help
make

your words
solid molds;

we mix them
in a bowl

add to the recipe
each week;

i spoon out
the present

i see
i come
i talk

i tell you a story
"my day"

I get up
I take a shower

I eat breakfast
I do the laundry

present/past
verbs dance
sorting spoons
we advance

"tell me a story"

you sail forth
on a sea

of two lost babies
on a dark continent

(come closer)
west nile virus
coats of white

seven month fetus
saved
a blood bath

your ship
almost sinks

a victory flag
in checkered
white and red
cells

skull
and crossbones
furled and gagged

past/present
verbs dance
swirling seas
life's rafts

alone
i gulp silence

vomit harsh
pain, your then

spilled willingly
into my sink;

i soften
with soap

watch as bubbles
whirlpool words,

loosen letters;
my scrub brush

pink to
bright white,

words freely
given

drained

01/03/2010

Posted on 01/03/2010
Copyright © 2025 Kristina Woodhill

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 01/03/10 at 07:39 PM

This poem has layers of depth,deeper than my understanding can take me...yet the overall impact I get quite well and it is so well written,I could feel it all throughout like a shiver from a the chill of an Autumn's Eve.Beautiful writing, Kristina and it leaves me feeling a sadness.

Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 01/03/10 at 08:54 PM

This poem is a perfect example of how we communicate through poetry. Brilliant angle. Delighted from beginning to end. Thank you.

Posted by George Hoerner on 01/03/10 at 10:34 PM

This has got to be one of your best m'lady. I love it. Welcome to 2010.

Posted by Charlie Morgan on 01/04/10 at 01:37 AM

...all of what the others said...i'm still going back a re-reading each lil' woop de doo, a dirt-bike scramble of heavy! great one K-gal!

Posted by Rhiannon Jones on 01/04/10 at 05:01 AM

How we communicate through poetry...the open spaces in this let me remember a long-lost friend. And, nudged to turn again to google, I've finally found her contact information :-) Really good writing.

Posted by Glenn Currier on 01/04/10 at 04:47 PM

I was in this conversation. I visualized two women sharing, exchanging, feeling, sorting through what was said, trying to make sense of it. But one of the women happens to be a poet and the internal talk filtered though that reality, that identity, that way of seeing and thinking. Thanks for sharing, Kristina.

Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 01/05/10 at 02:40 AM

I feel like I've just been there. This is surely another of your incredible masterpieces. There is little more precious than these connections, and you've described/poeted the sacredness of such in a manner I've never read before. I'm in love with this poem.

Posted by Alison McKenzie on 01/06/10 at 08:09 AM

Wow. I don't who this relationship is with, but wow. The depth of this grips me!!!

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 01/07/10 at 01:21 PM

This poem is alive and introspective and splendid like a flower, as multi petaled and complex and an instant fave.

Posted by Therese Elaine on 01/07/10 at 08:32 PM

Beautiful...the power of words, of communication, of sharing stories and continuing histories and making confessions...the beauty of two women, two lives, two sets of experiences, coming together, making a very earthy kind of magic. Just wonderful.

Posted by Rachel Bennett on 01/07/10 at 11:34 PM

This is absolutely gorgeous. Thank you so much for sharing it!

Posted by Kimberly Bowen on 03/11/10 at 08:11 PM

i knew from the first three lines I was going to love this poem. the short form works beautifully in the discussion of communication, words, language...and it's so funny how that works. great poetry!

Posted by Laura Doom on 03/05/13 at 06:08 PM

...and survives a tsunami
Exemplary PoTD

Posted by A. Paige White on 03/05/13 at 09:06 PM

Congratulations on POTD. It's superb. I love how it's written. In one way it sounds like two women are together in a kitchen but in another way it sounds like you, the poet, sharing of your conversation had with her by phone as you're standing at your sink and watching wounds of past and present wash away as sharing heals you both. Beautiful, Kristina.

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/06/13 at 12:58 AM

Glad I finally caught up with this one, Kristina. It was worth the wait. Great choice for POTD!

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