This one tied me in a mind-knot! Bravissimo!

Wow wee ..... (",*)

There is only one thing that comes to mind when I read this poem: That I cannot think of the thing that comes to mind when I read this poem. Therefore, I must give this poem a 10 by the Squeeze Theorem: 10 < Pilfered Pancakes, Broken Trust < The number of fingers crammed up my donkey (10)

Hahaha ... This is fun!! (",*) Cheers for Picaso !

I love this. It's just right. You managed to capture the right emotions in it .. if you get what I mean.

This poem is of great importance, and impotence

Upon the first reading, it kinda reminded me of the first part of the animated british film "When the Wind Blows" An older couple with a humdrum life and then the omen of war and certain death. I didn't pick up on much of the symbolism. Maybe if you used "The" Yeast it might be deciphered as "The East" which might then lead to the idea that Girlie is from the west. I don't think anyone will recognize Bush as Girlie but they might see the U.S. as Girlie. "Peaces" slips buy as "Peices" on first read. So the last verse kind of comes out of left field after all that domestic talk. So Maybe some slightly less abrasive words than "pungent, graves and bombed". Maybe "as fertile and pungent as mud-pies, as a scorched earth. And yet we have no bread."? I'd prefer Peace over "peaces" only because it's a plural pitted up against a singular. Or maybe just place a period after peaces. The broken sentences make a cryptic poem even more cryptic. Your choice of symbolism and how you set the mood is great there just needs to be some more clues.

Thanks Bethy .. (",*)

YEAH! Bethy:)

Think before you speak, right...or just think it really loud in your head !!! Bravo,good one! Bethy :)

I love the word...unperturbed...Bethy :)

I had to read this poem a couple of times...but I like it...Bethy

I love your poetry...your my hero...LOL Bethy :)

Are you accepting any patients...sometimes I just need to spit it all out there...lol...boy do I need to get away...I got the single Mom syndrome blues...hmmm sounds like another poem for me...lol Excellent!! Bethy

I love this...so imaginative and creative...I think I peeeeeed myself... Bethy :)

there is a fine line between love and hate...hmmm...life is a prism of color...ironically the edges of a prism are all blue...this is what I saw in your Cinquain...good job... Bethy :)

sand is hard to walk in sometimes eh...but we all do it... Bethy :)

Is this a dream-state, a lonesome trick of the mind, sounds like the separation of two loves searching for a reason to be togeather... good poem...Bethy :)