Ed Pilolla
Journalist . Writer . Storyteller
- By ED PILOLLA
- On March 24th, 2012
- In Blog
The softest slab of limestone asked me to stab her. So I poured my hands out, and smoothed her edges over. I rubbed my knuckles into her walls, tamped down her floor, and tickled her corners. She raised her ceiling for me.
My thumb heel polished the moldings. Our first year together painted the walls. The veranda no one knows about is our favorite place, the basement wine cellar where we collect our tastes.
While you were sleeping, I sat next to your potted plants on the back steps and listened to them chatter as to who among them you fancied the best, like I’m nobody. Like I’m just the guy eating a third piece of pie under the night sky. But the moon knows. The moon knows what nobody knows.
And I know I make my own home, and that’s with you, baby.
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oh ed…LOVE this…the whole mood you paint…esp.
The veranda no one knows about was our favorite place, the basement wine cellar where we collected our tastes…
and…like I’m nobody. Like I’m just the guy eating a third piece of pie under the night sky..awesome…
Ed, I enjoyed this! The images, the feelings. Yes, the moon knows what no one else knows. And it keeps secrets!
This is a wonderful piece! Yes. The moon always knows…don’t ever forget that.
I LOVE this!
the moon knows what no one does…I think you have been in my head 
This is DELICIOUS, Ed! Yes, delicious–that’s the sweet feeling I get from reading this one. Such tender deliciousness. I’m not sure what I like most… the “tickled her corners” or that “pie under the night sky.” Communing with the moon and pie over thoughts of love… I that idea! And must say I love the jazzy Salsa Moon art you feature. You pair art wonderfully with your writings. Happy Weekend
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Might be a favorite.
Set a wonderful mood and just such a nice feeling to your words, nice thought too and that is truly all one really needs.
terribly sweet
Excellent images painted by your lines. I loved the chatter of the flowers and the ending
Thanks for sharing this Ed.
Oh I sent my comment via email by mistake. Will repeat. This is a gloriously evocative poem. Love the third piece of pie, the night sky, the chattering plants, the moon – and the lovely closing lines……….can see it all, and remember how it feels. Just lovely.
Nobody never ever gets to eat the third piece of pie. That is always somebody.
haha, they were small pieces!
smiles…what a lovely close on this…some great touches along the way…her raising the roof for you….the first year painting the walls…both really good…but that close def made me smile…
I love this. It’s so beautifully written. I love how you say that a year allowed you guy to paint the walls. That is such a great way to put things.
Ah, a house has become a home…so nice~
I love it…making adjustments for each other…and finally making home.
Thanks for sharing your wonderful words ~
(aka Heaven)
Love the depth with which this starts out, puts you right into that mode poetry intends you to be in, to see the other of everything, and it never flags, even with the last straightforward line…and plus, the pie sounds really good.
Very sweet and sexual! Like this writing a lot ;o)
So beautifully well-written…wow.
Wow, pretty nice first impression. At first I didn’t understand what you were talking about, and by the end I realized it’s love. I love love. Thanks for sharing.
Wonderful. Yes, the moon knows. And that first line is a knockout. Thank you for this.
Fabulous work, Ed! Both the art and writing are evocative and full of expression. Great stuff!
That’s beautiful Shutter Bug! I am so happy for you both. Don’t ever listen to the potted plants. They’ve always got a mood goin’!
This is so sweet, cute, and witty. Delicious was the word someone used. This one makes me smile.
Ahem… some lovely, sensual touches all through this Ed. That moon knows more secrets about us than we’ll ever begin to know, eh!
Great piece of pie… I mean, writing
Really nice piece Ed. Love how in the first part of the write, you were able to set up the metaphor by using the process for creating the art piece, or that’s how I saw it and it worked great. The ending worked off the start very nicely. Great use of art to supplement prose and vice versa. Excellent read, Thanks
I love the sentiment and the personification, very clever! I enjoyed all the unique elements of this one
Well Done~
Wow.
Seriously.
Wow.
The prose poem has been subsumed recently into flash fictions; so it is refreshing to see a prose composition that is unabashedly poetic in its imagery and approach.
This one made me smile. I love the conversation with pot plants on the back verandah. The poetic voice is so authentic, I believe every word.
Thank you for sharing on Real Toads, Ed. Lovely to have you there.
‘just the guy eating a third piece of pie under the night sky’..was the line that sang loud and clear in this piece..contentment..colour..maybe even a side of happiness..lovely write..Jae
it’s beautiful the moon knows
I’d love to join you in the place inside of you which gave birth to this poem. It must be a soft and gentle place, full of dreams and kindness.
3 pieces of pie works for me.
Ed, Ed, Ed, I am totally addicted to your poetry, and all the much better for it!
Thanks for the wonderful little tour through a limestone palace with secret passageways and all its potted plants on the highest verandah.
xo
You know, sometimes I open a blog and devour every word as if it is the finest morsel of writing I’ve ever encountered. Your writing is an entirely new sample of delicacies. Thank you.
“The softest slab of limestone asked me to stab her. So I poured my hands out, and smoothed her edges over. ” Delicious.
Dear Ed, . . . “but the moon knows.” Long ago, people who acted different from others were said to be “moonstruck.” And we still talk about the phases of the moon causing people to act differently. I wonder just how connected we all are to the moon. Peace.
The third and fourth stanza just sing with beauty!
that outwork is out of this world, and you paint it with words perfectly.
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This is something special, something very sensual. I liked this read very much.
Oh yes the moon knows…what a spell you weaved for me in this one.
I like the talking pot plants. My cactus like me the best. Cute poem.
Ed- What kind of pie was it? I love this… especially the ending. Isn’t love grand?
blueberry. the salsa was homemade by mexican hands. mmmmmmm:)
Ah, the fortunate woman who is loved by you.