What small seedling in the ground, burst to crops, surging yellow corn waves!
What scarecrow surfacing in the waves!
What sake! O can’t go back!
What now—a pot boiling endlessly, endlessly now and on.
O for my happy youth and yesterdays.
26 May 2013 11 Comments
in Poetry Tags: Part XXVII, Poetry
wordcoaster 
May 27, 2013 @ 08:31:42
Oh this is so atmospheric, I love it.
May 27, 2013 @ 19:06:17
Thank you so much! This is a small section of a much longer piece I’m working on–my hope is that even without the context of the poem in its entirety (which may definitely be of an overwhelming length) these can be enjoyed. 🙂
May 27, 2013 @ 16:28:15
Reminds me of a Rumi poem about a chick pea being boiled in a pot. very nice.
May 27, 2013 @ 19:11:15
Hmm–I never would have made that connection, but after reading “Chickpea to Cook” it’s plain as day. Glad you enjoyed it 🙂
May 27, 2013 @ 19:44:44
I’ve re-read and listened to some of the his poems that they’re imprinted on my heart. I found yours lovely as well. But then, I LOVE cooking metaphors. Or cooking. Or eating. 😉
May 27, 2013 @ 19:54:17
And hummus! Don’t forget hummus 🙂
May 27, 2013 @ 22:25:59
Hummus. Yes. I LOVE it. 😉
May 29, 2013 @ 09:22:55
Yes–it’s so delicious and, just like salsa, can be used in so many different ways 🙂
May 29, 2013 @ 11:39:56
Not on strawberries, though. (I tried it. YUK!) 😉
May 29, 2013 @ 12:15:09
Haha, yeah, that doesn’t sound good. I don’t think salsa would be good on them either 🙂
May 29, 2013 @ 15:13:36
🙂