I grabbed the plastic gallon of milk out of the fridge
jovial and animated, swooping around
gathering the mug and Milano cookies.
My hands still warm from doing the dishes when
the milk sloshed up through the
hollow handle of the carton.
The cold on my palm stopped me.
I looked at my hand, startled by my pause yet
somehow smirking.
I shook the carton just enough,
watching the milk slosh
the sensation of movement in my hands.
from somewhere behind me, “What are you doing?”
“I don’t exactly know.”
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Love how you have expressed the moment of how you don’t exactly know what are you doing.
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Sloshing and jostling a closed container is such a neat sensory experience! (Lucky you with Milano cookies, too!)
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What a great description of such a small moment in time! I love how the sensation stopped you, and the voice behind you interrupting that moment as well.
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love the joy in this post. Loved that you were very PRESENT in this moment. Thank you for sharing this!
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Milk and cookies…always a tasty combination. You appeal to do many senses with this. The jolt caused by cold milk on a warm hand doesn’t diminish the jovial mood.
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Dear Janeen,
To say that this poem is lovely would be an understatement! I instantly connected to your milano cookies, and your illustrious description of the sloshing milk summoned the most beautiful visual.
That you included the warmth of your hands after immediately doing the dishes compels the reader to delve deeper into the sensory experiences of the moment you so carefully described. You feel the glee, the exhilaration, the surprise, and the satisfaction of the classic milk and cookie combination.
I am equally enamored with your pic! I have many fond memories of sinking my teeth into said sugar cookie with ample frosting. I’m easily a food fanatic, and this post was just delightful and delicious.
Thanks so much for sharing!
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