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--
leftover
frozen
reheated
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
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--
leftover
frozen
reheated
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
posted by Emily at 11:15 PM
20 Comments:
Ahhh, another single tomato! Love this--especially this line:
"the shriveled green peppers
counting as nutrition"
Lovely juxtaposition with the dream of the garden.
enjoyed!
best,
ljc
I've just discovered your blog through Poetry Thursday- I'm enjoying this and your other poems.
Those last two stanzas are divine, and I love the ending: "as if every good desire/could be filled/by this earth." Tasty!
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 . . .
It was ' a thin line of green beans' that got me... gorgeous poem.. looking forward to reading your others.. Sx
What fun! Great ending!
I enjoyed this poem. :-)
I agree 100%! Love this!
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.
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.
I daresay I don't get there often enough...fed up with junk and craving something fresh. :) But I love your poem.
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!
LOL Loved it! The last stanza was great :)
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!
this is fantastic! just discovered your blog - will definitely be returning.
p.s. now i understand the urge to visit the farmers' market!! ;)
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
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!
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.
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
i love this! is reminds me of sitting in a vegetable garden dreaming of crops. really really beautiful!
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