Friday, April 17, 2020

Poem: Layers

Layers
first line is from “Onions” by William Matthews.



How easily happiness begins by dicing onions.
You dice. You cry. You get it out.
For a dash of drama, put the “Warsaw Concerto”
on the stereo. It pries open Sunday confessions.

The outer layers of the song like the onion
are strong. A torrent of spice and tears
runs wildly over my cutting board.
The heart is splayed open with the horns’ fortissimo.

When the onions are transparent and mellow,
the Concerto dwindles down to a soft, still voice,
the piano sings and the onions whisper in the pan.


                                                      By Patty Cole
                                                       from   A Way I Sing  

                                                       published by The Main Street Publishing Company


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