Monday, April 30, 2007

The art of cooking

if she marinates these words long enough
will they turn out to be scrumptious steaks of idea?

just tender enough to not offend
but delicious enough to want another bite

or will the spices be so mixed that the tongue cannot taste
and is forced to hang out for fresh air

that's the trick with contemplating.

she can sit quietly and brood over facts
but she can sit too long and become mute

while others devour her thoughts
serving up dishes she'd long thought of

but didn't have the guts to cook.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

What is love?
What does it mean?
Is it about miles and feet?
Is it about how often we do not meet?

Does it come with a tune?
Does it skp to our rythm?
Will it be decided over sex?
Will it be gone the day next?

Would I love her forever?
Would I know who to love?
Can I explain without knowing?
Can I understand without growing?

Are its colors deeper than oceans?
Are its tones pinker or greener?
Should I hold to my 7th queen?
Should I bow to my 12th dream?

However long may I fight?
However wrong is my flight?
Am I silly to love both: wrong?
Am I foolish to love none: gone?

So confused, help me between the lines
So confused, this love thing hurts my mind...

[ Just need someone to talk to and I wish you were here :-) Reggie... ]

Anonymous said...

In Response to: "The Art of Cooking"

A damn good display of a strong poet at her best...

Butterfly strong!

You Go Giiiiiiiiiiiiirl

[Reggie]

Anonymous said...

dear chic girl, your poem is tasty! I don't mind if my dish is too saulty, too spicy, too sour, too gingery or too garlicy right now i love it anyway it is my taste. just learning to be more myself :)

Anonymous said...

>>just tender enough to not offend<<
oh but how our conditionings can be outright offensive.. sure it's not your obligation sometimes to offend?