Tiny red bulbs
Burst like bubbles
inside my mouth
Sweet and juicy
A gift
Tiny cranberry beads
Trickle into the bowl
Spilling, filling
Sweet and kind
Soft and loving
Trickle
Burst
Sweeten
Soften
Gentle connection
For tough times
Soft love for hard times
Tiny red beads
Tiny bulbs, pockets of sweet:
A reminder.
Eventually it’s gone
Eventually new ground
Everything changes
And this I accept!
Sonia Chintha is an Indian American writer who lives in the Washington DC area. She blogs, writes poetry, and fiction. She is also an English teacher who believes that our experiences teach us more than any test. She is the founder and co-editor of Good Little Girls.
Two years ago we commenced–one vignette a day And now…everything has changed, life happened still every now and then, we have chats like that night.
all the pieces they add up—to desires, deep yearnings of belongings that are not mine to have they hover, slap me with icy fingers, each
Love is the whoosh of a dishwasher filled uncomfortably to the brim, only to be emptied days later in a hurried, not-into-details way, which results
