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Breakfast of Champtions
by Marilyn Mackenzie (Age: 56)
copyright 09-19-2007


Age Rating: 10 to 127

 
Breakfast of Champions...
Or Just Words on a Page
By Marilyn Mackenzie



I slid from bed
And stepped
On my words,
Spilled
All over the floor.

Each night,
Words flowed
Consistently.
Sometimes I awoke,
And scribbled
What I remembered
On a tablet
By the bed.

Sometimes
I slept soundly,
And the words
Just tumbled
To the floor.

This morning
There were
So many words
Piled on the floor,
That I almost
Tripped over them.

I stuffed my words
Into my pocket,
Hoping I could
Make sense of them
Later.

"My words," I sighed.
"I want so much from them."

I want my words
To be like a brook
No, not babbling,
But ever changing.
Cool and clear one day,
Not so clear the next.
Rushing, then still.
Words that grow.

I want my words
To change people.
Or at least
To make them think.
To offer strength
When the need arises.
And comfort and warmth
To lonely souls.

I pulled my words
From my pocket.
And spread them out
On the kitchen table,
Arranging them
And rearranging them.

As I worked
And pondered,
My cereal
Turned
To soggy mush.
But the words
Went
snap-crackle-pop.




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10-16-2007 Samantha P.    

I love it, it was brilliant and my favorite part was the snap crackle pop
lol someone has had to many rice crispies.
The wierd thing about this was that it made sense to me
except for the part where you said you wanted your words to be different like sad and such, which for my life i dont want.
However i want my words to change peoples lives to. I like how you made the words seem, and how you put them out on the table and re aranged them that seemed so cool. and stepping on them seems like sometimes it might hurt and sometimes not. And how we are always thinkign things.
Ive never seen a poem like this, and i loved it so very much
Samantha of the CC
If i could give u higher praise i would
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