"My Favorite Books"
By Nicole Babich
I did not chose these
These quotes chose me
Their careful diction
In me made a connection
I can read an action story and stay engaged
However I soon forget what happened in each page
A good piece of literature needs to hit the soul
You'll flip pages on a roll
You'll never forget something that spoke to your heart
That is an author's true art
Therefore these quotes chose me
This semester has taught me gladly
In words I remember in themes I rejoice
These fragments proved an excellent choice
[See April 5's posting for a brief statement about Nicole Babich.]
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"Untitled"
By Tonya McKenna Trabant
Each a truffle
Under a glass bubble
Eleven luscious candies,
Each chocolate of a sort,
Vaguely promising
One with orange dots on the dark brown
And another prickly with rolled-on coconut
The little cards read "caramel," "espresso swirl,"
and "decadent darkness"
But on the tongue, what's the taste?
Does the coconut dominate the chocolate?
How can we know without opening each one,
Finding the hazelnut, or smooth liquor inside?
Each is like a little gift, ready for purchase
Or passing by
And each day it's a choice to be revealed from the outside in?
Or leave all the possibilities open?
[See April 4's posting for a brief statement about Tonya McKenna Trabant.]
