The Yellow Bowl

By Rachel Contreni Flynn
If light pours like water
into the kitchen where I sway
with my tired children,
 
if the rug beneath us
is woven with tough flowers,
and the yellow bowl on the table
 
rests with the sweet heft
of fruit, the sun-warmed plums,
if my body curves over the babies,
 
and if I am singing,
then loneliness has lost its shape,
and this quiet is only quiet.

Poem copyright ©2009 by Rachel Contreni Flynn, whose newest book, Tongue, is forthcoming from Red Hen Press. Reprinted from Haywire, Bright Hill Press, 2009, by permission of Rachel Contreni Flynn and the publisher.


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Poet Rachel Contreni Flynn

POET’S REGION U.S., Midwestern

Subjects Living, Parenthood, Sorrow & Grieving, Relationships, Home Life, Activities, Eating & Drinking

Poetic Terms Free Verse

 Rachel Contreni Flynn

Biography

She is the author of Haywire (Bright Hill Press, 2009) and Tongue (Red Hen Press, 2010). Her poetry has been published in former U.S. Poet Laureate Ted Kooser's column, "American Life in Poetry." She lives in Chicago.

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SUBJECT Living, Parenthood, Sorrow & Grieving, Relationships, Home Life, Activities, Eating & Drinking

POET’S REGION U.S., Midwestern

Poetic Terms Free Verse

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