A Father Talks with his Daughter about God: sto14ne

Thursday, February 24, 2011

sto14ne

As a child, I was lost
in the carpets that filled
the house of my grandmother -
I would not leave
the gardens steeped
in chocclate incense.

2 comments:

Ruth said...: I didn't know my grandma, but I have a lot of her things. I know her through them. Carpets are some of them. When we lived in Istanbul and Don studied carpets while selling them back to the U.S., we were in awe of the designs and methods for making them. Those small child hands that weave the tight chocolate incense.; Friday, February 25, 2011 7:23:00 AM
Montag said...: My grandmother was as intricate as her carpets, more so.

chocolate is incense for our mouths...
an embrace is incense of the body...
a carpet is incense for the eyes of wonder.; Saturday, February 26, 2011 7:15:00 AM

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