The Poetry of Pie

I have always preferred pie to other desserts, especially on my birthday.

Perhaps I agree with Ken Haedrich. In Pie: 300 Tried-and-True Recipes for Delicious Homemade Pie, Haedrich says...

To me, pie is poetry that makes the world a better place. Oh yes.

But poetry is also sometimes pie. Like last week at TweetSpeak's poetry party. Here are a few slices for you from my personal 140-character pie plate... :)


Listen, Lover Boy,
to the mourners
marching,
while we eat milk pie
and turn our sheets
to the night

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And mourners need
floured hands,
ghosting lost pleasures

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Make mine apple,
make yours mincemeat;
I will put them
near each other
on the maple table

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Is there such a thing
as disposable sexy pie?
Does it come in aluminum, flimsy?

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I have upended pies
and brothers of pies
and sisters of pies
in search of my grandmother's
last touch

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Quick,
give me a cherry pie,
I am in need of
a sweet and sour
red night






Pie photos by L.L. Barkat.

This post is in honor of TheHighCalling.org's Twitter Pie Party, tonight. (Add your pie post link here.) It is also for One Shot Wednesday.