I’ll put
parsley on top
I’ll
celebrate you are keen on me
And wonder
why the rest don’t
It’s ‘cause
I escape
Become invisible
Hate being
noticed
For the one
I am
Is all that
you see
And the so
much more
Vanishes with
the cinnamon
Again basil
will be the taste
And I’ll
celebrate
With sushi
and rice
That you
said
Why is it
The rest
don’t.
7 comments:
nice...i like all the tastes in this...and maybe a kernel of truth there in the middle as well on escaping and not wanting the attention as well...nice dulce...smiles.
Wonderful spices. The words create images and flavors too. Love it...
This week Anna been in Tampa, and so I been living alone for ten days. Everything fine, until one (sad? ME?) evening I received a phone call from a friend. That was good. OK.
Next, I began to wonder "Where are the others? Why don't THEY...?"
THEN it dawned on me! AHA! Where am *I*...Why don't I? Dammit, always it comes back to me and that mirror! CRAP.
PS Although you write well as ever, I don't identify with all those flavors...and hiding from attention, etc. But I do understand.
I am mean
Without caffein.
Dearest Dulce, your poetry is delectable, divine and delicious...but, what else?!!
I love the quirkiness of this poem. It reads really well and made me smile.
I don't get by very often but you aren't invisible. I am always rewarded when I visit, with something wonderful and tasty and most delightful.
I'm off to India again June 1, for six months, I hope, with a brand new left shoulder and a lovely granddaugher, one month old - she will certainly be missed!!
The celebrations with a loved one:)
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