Poetry Thursday #3
Today’s poetry challenge is to reuse a line from another blogger’s poem which has been posted at the site, and then leave one of mine for someone else to use. There were about 40 possibilities when I stopped by to look, and I chose the line “resting in a clean white bowl.” [Megan] I carried the sentence with me on a scrap of paper. At one point, I was going to fill the bowl with steaming ears of sweet corn, and then write a lament about ethanol--preferring not to see golden grain streaming out tail pipes. But it was truly an awful impulse and I squelch it.When I was at the library yesterday I noticed there were 30 cookbook titles on the new book shelf and another 18 in the nearby nutrition classification. Certainly overkill in a society concerned with obesity. (The more variety, the more you eat.) I jotted down a few titles, on the same scrap with my line--i.e., "The Kitchen Diaries," and "Wrestling with gravy." Today when I got out my clean white bowl, it was filled to overflowing with gravy! Gravy has been on my list of foods to avoid for the last 3 months. I moved the word “resting” to another line.
The Kitchen Diaries
Wrestling with gravy
in a clean white bowl
my finger wipes a smudge
on resting lips.
I swoon.
My tongue is pleased
to hold a moment of
sensuous memories
from waiting hips.
18 comments:
I like what you did with the line. It just calls out for something yummy.
I like how you came to the conclusion to write about gravy. And I also like the way it kind of rhymes (lips and hips). Very sweet.
I think it's cool that we choose the same line. The Kitchen Diaries sounds like it should be a show.
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Sassy Dewy
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lip smacking... I can taste the flesh!
Great title! I really like how you captured this one moment. I also really liked the lips and hips.
Bravo. Nice job.
That was very good! My tongue would be pleased too.
This week I'm doing Thursday Thirteen. I rotate every other week so it doesn't bore me doing just one thing all the time.
Wonderful kitchen poetry mixed with sensual feeling...
Cheers!
I'm coming over for dinner!
I smiled reading your thoughts about approaching the writing. I smiled some more over your poem...the lips, the hips...the desire, the restraint...nicely done. And then...what a treat to think of someone carrying a line I've written around with them. Thank you for sharing that major encouragement!
Love the title...cookbooks are like kitchen diaries. Reminds me of the book I just finished reading: Tender at the Bone. Love the images.
I love that first line "wrestling with gravy." It draws you right into the vision of it. Very nice!
So good - and such a surprise last line! I love it.
BTW: I used your line this week - thanks!
I really like the sensuality of this poem...food is a very overrated sensual (and forbidden) experience.
I agree with Jone... Ruth Reichl (author of Tender at the Bone) would approve of this poem!
"Wrestling with gravy" is a great line. I wrestle with making it properly and I wrestle with not eating too much of it!
I really like how you adapt the "resting" into "wrestling," and the rest of your poem is so smart, witty, and dead on. Yes.
I love the shortness of it which conveys too much.
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