Caroline Gerardo

Monday, February 15, 2016

Marshmallow Memory Poem

High School French Teacher asks class,

"Any word you need translated?"

"Professeur de Madame s'il vous plaît dites-moi

comment dire marshmallow en français?"

She looks at me strangely.

"Ask another question," is her answer.

There is a french word.

She never enjoyed the sweet

smoky taste of perfect roasted

guimauve.

Joy of beach palette fire.

Fetch near the dumpsters.

Haul hangs out of the trunk

pray Sheriff doesn't spot with

the wood bumping in the back.

Seven girls and five seat belts.

Before videos of crash dummies.

Friends protect sugar from fire.

Sparks flash to the night sky.

Chic hand me downs.

Tissue pad the bra.

Pray Valentine arrives.

There's a Saint for that.

Posse jammed in a Plymouth Valient

are Princesses in their own right

makers of finest Parisian guimauve.

Caroline Gerardo Guimauve Poem 2/15/2016 Copyright

Road trip past.

Recognize what
haunts mind.

A daylight
koi circle, as
fountains with
no font head or end
can't change.

Answer doubt
with planned fixes.
Return puppy
understand
delphinium isn't
poison foxglove.

Reunion perfume attracts bees
light, exercise, healthy
pollen and positive self vision kicks in change.

Stray hops in car for a ride, confused and cold.
Worker male bees sleep out in open.
They dream while snoozing on flowers.

Open window fly ~ fearless soul of sweet honey ~ you can do it too.

Caroline Gerardo 2/17/2016 Copyright #haiku #poetry and #photographs