Dark Poetry #3 |
Yankee Chili |
Three Little Bears Junior Member
since 2002-10-23
Posts 13Wisconsin, U.S. |
Texans like their chili caustic even in July. Cheeseheads wait 'til leaves get rusty and our breath looks like smoke. My Texan aunt tried to share her recipe with me. A high honor, to share a cooking secret. I've never roasted a tomato or blackened a pepper. I open cans and brown burger, stir up a big maroon whatcha-got soup. I stubbornly declined. I've been told she looked like chili when a tornado wrapped her Ford Pinto around a tree. November is knocking at my windows today, and I don't have that recipe. |
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beckly New Member
since 2002-11-06
Posts 6 |
This is perfect, and amusing in a dark, absurd sort of way. |
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fractal007 Senior Member
since 2000-06-01
Posts 1958 |
Heh, interesting piece. I like your simile and personification at the end. I look forward to seeing what others have to say about this one. "If history is to change, let it change. If the world is to be destroyed, so be it. If my fate is to die, I must simply laugh" |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
I like how it started. But then you lost control as the car did when meeting a tornado. Still, thanks for the insights into delicious, warming, spicy food. (someone hasn't eaten breakfast yet) |
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Three Little Bears Junior Member
since 2002-10-23
Posts 13Wisconsin, U.S. |
Thank you all for taking the time to read this. I was able to get this published a short time after it was posted here, which was really exciting for me. My first published poem. ~Andrea~ |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Congrats! |
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Three Little Bears Junior Member
since 2002-10-23
Posts 13Wisconsin, U.S. |
Thank you. ~Andrea~ |
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