(Image courtesy of bloatalrecall.blogspot.com)
Never trust a noodle
plucked from a boiling pot
Do not test it with your tongue
It’s always way too hot
Forget the wooden spoon
acting as buffer
the water tucked inside the shells
will surely make you suffer.
A belly full of pasta
a wine-assisted grin
An ice cube pressed upon my lip
to soothe the blistered skin.
Pelting frozen raindrops
Dessicated leaves racing down the sidewalk ahead of me
scraping their song on concrete
I catch up
Disclosure: This post was originally published on my blog “Blipfillypicklepoo” in August 2011. All the work is my own with the exception of the pic of an Andrew Wyeth painting.
Since I have done nothing to add to this blog in the last several (many) months, I thought I better get crackin’ and do SOMETHING… so, a small selection of “poetry” from my distant and not so distant past.
Benny’s Scarecrow – Andrew Wyeth
He recalled beauty.
It’s power and
An ache in the breast
Raw winter sky
Pounding the will
Crushing the symphony
She sits, always alone.
and dreams of singing delicate music
of whispering her want to her beloved
in light cool moments.
Not much, but something.