Thursday, December 11, 2008


The mixer lost its attachment.

"Without my mixer, I am paralyzed," said the heartbroken little attachment.

"I am not beautiful enough to be ornamental,

And without my mixer,

I am so sad that I cannot even stand up."

The cookie dough said,

"I will support you, until you feel stronger."

The bowl said,

"I will hold you, until you are not so sad."

Just then, a voice said,

"Where do you think you're going, you little rascal?" and clicked the attachment back into place.

Reunited with its beloved mixer,

It began spinning happily again,

Doing what it was always meant to do--

Stirring up sweet things.



Marty said...

Another whimsical delight...

Vodka Mom said...

okay, so that was sweet.

Anonymous said...

and very creative too. Nice poem.

Cynthia said...

Oh my gosh, shayfire, you imagination simply blows me away.

Mama Zen said...

You amaze me!

Shrinky said...

Awww, so sweet! A delightful thought - love it. (Smile.)

Jannie said...

This poem and you are highlights in the universe.

Fireblossom said...

Thank you all so much for the kind comments. Some people take drugs to see the world the way that I do all the time lol.

Jannie, while you were here leaving a comment--and what a comment! Thank you, Tex!--I was at your blog commenting on yours! Synchronicity!

Riot Kitty said...

Very neat! This reminds me of something my partner would write :)

david mcmahon said...

You are such a gifted writer that even your prose has a lyrical cadence to it.

May I boldly suggest an alternative title for this post?


(Lulu and Sidney Poitier would approve.)

Jannie said...

To Stir, W Love! That guy's funny!!!

CJ said...

This is just so creative and a really fun read!

Fireblossom said...

Thank you, everyone, and welcome to the Word Garden, Riot Kitty!

Buddha said...

love it!

Fireblossom said...

Thanks, Buddha, and welcome to the Word Garden!