[stylist] Poem - "Waitress" - Final Draft

[Rowena Portch]

Bill, you definitely gave me a bit of a chuckle this morning. Spanking may be an over correction, but hey, to each his own. (smiley)

R o w e n a  P o r t c h
Author of the Spirian Saga

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On Jun 26, 2015, at 1:26 AM, William L Houts via stylist <stylist at nfbnet.org> wrote:



Hi,

I should have run spellcheck.  The phrase you had trouble with had nothing to do with your misunderstanding, but with the fact that I was using an odd phrase:
"oasising camels".  Clearly, I forgot to spellcheck before posting and I am very bad and wrong and should be spanked.  But thanks so much for reading the poem anyway, and for your kind comments.


--Bill





On 6/25/2015 7:34 PM, Rowena Portch via stylist wrote:
> This was lovely, Bill. Some of the words threw me a bit. I’ve never heard them before, like oasisingcamels.
> 
> R o w e n a  P o r t c h
> Author of the Spirian Saga
> 
> RowenaPortch.com <http://rowenaportch.com/>
> 
> View the Book Trailer for The Spirian Saga, a new paranormal romance <http://youtu.be/XeNmJkXyJv0>
> On Jun 25, 2015, at 12:14 PM, William L Houts via stylist <stylist at nfbnet.org> wrote:
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> *Waitress *
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> (in memory of Nadine "Granny" Jackson)
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> Plates like galaxies braced
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> on her arm, she brings our eats.
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> It's craft she's gained from her thousands
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> on frayed carpet.
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> Breakfast crowds, dinner guests
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> all are arrayed
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> in their booths, a chorus
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> of murmurs arising like
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> prayer, her feet singing ows.
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> We dine, declaim, and coffee
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> drink like oasisingcamels.
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> Arriving, unhoped for
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> fulfillment, she pours and pours,
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> a prophetess fountain.
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> such gifting strength?I'd never
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> hold:my smile would
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> fail like dustbowl crops.
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> Waitress, lady, Grandmother
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> Deep: take twenty percent
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> and know I know
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> what suffering is, and what
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> it costs. O rest your
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> broken, faithful feet,
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> and bathe in hotrelease,
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> and bone revived
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> or husband held,
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> embrace your war-won sleep.
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"Oh, Sophie!  Whyfore have you eated all de cheeldren?"


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