Wednesday, July 26, 2006

Poetry Thursday: The Art of Eating (While Renovating a House)

Weekends of Chickfilet
Five Guys burgers
Cafe Mocha chicken salad sandwiches
take out Indian food from the buffet
loaded into styrofoam containers
and eaten over days

The pizza--
the shriveled green peppers
counting as nutrition

These nights I dream
a thin line of green beans
a curly vine arching
from the weight
of a single tomato

as if every good desire
could be filled
by this earth


Blogger Dana said...

The last stanza is wonderful. And, there's a single tomato in LJCohen's poem this week, too: Check it out.

11:32 PM  
Blogger LJCohen said...

Ahhh, another single tomato! Love this--especially this line:

"the shriveled green peppers
counting as nutrition"

Lovely juxtaposition with the dream of the garden.



11:57 PM  
Blogger Catherine said...

I've just discovered your blog through Poetry Thursday- I'm enjoying this and your other poems.

12:11 AM  
Blogger twitches said...

Those last two stanzas are divine, and I love the ending: "as if every good desire/could be filled/by this earth." Tasty!

7:54 AM  
Blogger jim said...

After all that dreck in the first stanza (and it's a good kind of dreck, that intentional kind), I so appreciated those lovely lines:

These nights I dream
a thin line of green beans
a curly vine arching
from the weight
of a single tomato

Yes, something rooted, slow and full . . .

11:05 AM  
Blogger Susannah said...

It was ' a thin line of green beans' that got me... gorgeous poem.. looking forward to reading your others.. Sx

11:18 AM  
Blogger jzr said...

What fun! Great ending!

1:17 PM  
Blogger Cynthia E. Bagley said...

I enjoyed this poem. :-)

4:15 PM  
Blogger pepektheassassin said...

I agree 100%! Love this!

6:03 PM  
Blogger Dani said...

This poem makes me think of junk food overload. No matter how much you like junk, there will come a day when a plain piece of fruit looks really good. Great job.

8:04 PM  
Blogger chiefbiscuit said...

This poem is so good - the shriveled green peppers
counting as nutrition

is so very very apt - and I love the descriptions of th take-aways and what we all do with them. The ending is superb.

11:19 PM  
Anonymous Marilyn said...

I daresay I don't get there often enough...fed up with junk and craving something fresh. :) But I love your poem.

12:20 AM  
Blogger Cate said...

From the moment I began reading, I was captivated by the langauge you used--how you MADE poetry out of the names of fast food places and your leftovers.

I love this entire poem, read it aloud several times. You had me from the title, and I'll be taking that powerful conclusion with me!

7:52 AM  
Blogger Tammy said...

LOL Loved it! The last stanza was great :)

2:51 PM  
Anonymous susanna said...

I'm going to tell my sister to read this post, Emily. She's been renovating her house for a year and still doesn't have an oven. She'll definitely relate to your current household menu...and to the dream of green beans and the single tomato!

6:23 PM  
Blogger sheela said...

this is fantastic! just discovered your blog - will definitely be returning.
p.s. now i understand the urge to visit the farmers' market!! ;)

9:47 AM  
Blogger Ceebie said...

This was so evocative for me of those weeks where I simply don't have time to feed myself properly. I loved

These nights I dream
a thin line of green beans
a curly vine arching
from the weight
of a single tomato

10:04 AM  
Blogger Michelle Fry said...

This was my favorite verse as well:

These nights I dream
a thin line of green beans
a curly vine arching
from the weight
of a single tomato

Nicely done!

2:57 PM  
Blogger January said...

First of all, I love Chick-fil-a!

The last two stanzas a great. The poem has its own balance with the form. In other words, the form matches matches the tone and doesn't compete with it.

Nicely done.

8:58 AM  
Blogger Beloved dreamer said...

Lovely poem. I must say I just love the image of the lone tomato, ripe,full and just waiting to be picked. Beautiful................
I also want to thank you for stoping by and reading my poem. Now that I have found your blog,I will be back. Good work : ) bd

5:27 PM  
Blogger susan said...

i love this! is reminds me of sitting in a vegetable garden dreaming of crops. really really beautiful!

12:07 PM  

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