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What I Love
Beverly Finney


She told me love is for people
when I said I loved grapes
as she held them under
the faucet’s running water.
But I still love cornbread
hot from the oven, crumbled
in a bowl, soaked in milk.
I love the compassion bell
on the bookshelf, the purity
of its reverberation lingering
under my skin like memory.
I love the books beside it,
and those shelved and stacked
in every possible space,
steadfast old companions.
I love the morning light
through the sunporch window
where I sip my coffee, read
and think of other things
I’m not supposed to love . . .
but I do.

© by Beverly Finney.
Used with the author’s permission.


Beverly Finney says a chance meeting set her on a writer’s path, and a chance reading turned her to poetry. Her love of words, though, has been there from the beginning—fed by family gatherings, the “Sparky” children’s radio program, teachers, and school libraries. Beverly’s family didn’t own a television until she was in high school, leaving much of her youth open to imagination, roaming her grandparents’ farms, and reading.  Now retired, she once again has time to enjoy those same things (except roaming the farms, which were broken up and sold off over the years). Instead, these days, Beverly roams everyday places in her hometown of Hickory, North Carolina, listening for stories and “bearing witness”, she says, to the human experience at the heart of her writing.




Post New Comment:
Really enjoyed your poem. Thinking about the things you shouldn?t love sound interesting too.
Posted 01/03/2020 09:55 PM
Wonderful - I love it!
Posted 01/03/2020 05:16 PM
Beverly, How lovely to see your poem I love it--even if it isn't a human being. What a delight to see your work after seeing your growing interest in poetry in NC. I miss all you Hickory poets.
Posted 01/03/2020 03:30 PM
Yes, forbidden loves.
Posted 01/03/2020 09:55 AM
I love this poem, Beverly!! Another fine piece of work under your belt!!!
Posted 01/03/2020 09:42 AM
Jean Colonomos-1:
Love doesn't say, "you're not supposed to love grapes." Love says, "I'm wherever you find me."
Posted 01/03/2020 09:26 AM
I am making a list of the things I am not supposed to love. Thank you.
Posted 01/03/2020 09:10 AM
So descriptive and appealing--I LOVE this poem!
Posted 01/03/2020 09:04 AM
We grew up in somewhat the same way. I so relate to this poem as it says much of what I feel. Connie
Posted 01/03/2020 08:18 AM
michael escoubas:
Like the lyricism in your poem Beverly and the gentle way it touches me where I live--poetry at its best! Thank you.
Posted 01/03/2020 08:05 AM
nice sentiment...good poem!
Posted 01/03/2020 07:15 AM

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