You must cut your belly open
season your innards
with olive oil, kosher salt,
and fresh ground pepper to taste,
then sear your emotions
in a cast-iron skillet
to seal in the flavor.
When done, serve your soul
on Wedgwood china
lay the platter
at the reader’s feet
and walk away.
The Living Poetry Project and NEVERMORE
8 years ago
Whoaaa... I was trying to refrain from commenting on every one of your poems, but after reading this one I have to say, "whoaaaa". Is it just me or is the juxtaposition of the familiarity of cooking and serving food with the feelings with which I wish I was NEVER familiar a little disturbing? Disturbing???? Each one of these lines I am very comfortable with. It's only when you mix them all together in a pot does it spell a recipe for making me think a little to hard on that which makes me uncomfortable. I just can seem to get my words right on this. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteAnother nice poem! I don't usually like poems about poetry, but this one is simple, not overdone, with great flavor: truth, elegance, pain.
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The images and other sensory experiences in this poem are vivid! I'm no poetry critic, but I enjoyed it.
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