Poem #22: Yellow Bowl by Rachel Contreni Flynn

I’m always excited when I ‘discover’ a new contemporary poet.  This is because I can get so fixated on the dead ones!  Today’s poem, Yellow Bowl, is a sheer delight.  It’s by Rachel Contreni Flynn, an American poet. Enjoy.

Yellow Bowl

If light pours like water
into the kitchen where I sway
with my tired children,

if the rug beneath us
is woven with tough flowers,
and the yellow bowl on the table

rests with the sweet heft
of fruit, the sun-warmed plums,
if my body curves over the babies,

and if I am singing,
then loneliness has lost its shape,
and this quiet is only quiet.



  1. nice poem ,i like some modern poetry here some wonderful poems on garrison kellars writers podcast ,all the best stu


  2. Great poem. I tend to think of poetry as old, and for some reason am pleasantly surprised any time I see contemporary poetry, and how great it is. Makes no sense, but there you go.


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