Open Poetry #21 |
The Kitchen |
ecrivan Member Elite
since 2001-12-10
Posts 3923my own state |
Food cooked in open places found its way to other spaces the family, as a piece, soon learned to meet around boards in turns from the morning rooster calls til junior flew in after balls unity rested in congenial cases... here grandma sowed her best laces Had an odour to itself items packed on separate shelfs an ironing board folded up at dinner table dad would sup It would open to a family room parents would take their kids to groom but the kitchen meant deals of immediate matters even plans of ventures, talk of mad hatters. |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
This is as cool as your others. Cold hands means a warm heart |
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Secret Whisper Member
since 2001-01-25
Posts 298Through the Looking Glass |
Oh the wonderful nastalgia of the Kitchen! So many great images are stirred by this piece. I can just SMELL the food cooking, and HEAR people talking, and feeling the floor under my feet. Wonderful write, absolutely. "I am not alive enough to kill myself." - Mary Ipal |
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Madame Chipmunk Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-05
Posts 8296Michigan |
The kitchen is truly the heart of every home and you portrayed that beautifully in this poem, Martin... I liked it a lot. ~ hugs from the kitchen Lyra |
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ecrivan Member Elite
since 2001-12-10
Posts 3923my own state |
Hello Secret Whispers, lots of nostlgic images could have been sown here...stay tuned for more Lyra, It's always been at the centre of every home I've had...kitchen hugs Loner, glad you enjoy these [This message has been edited by ecrivan (07-21-2002 11:54 PM).] |
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mycafe Senior Member
since 2002-05-23
Posts 584 |
Very interesting, and I agree with Secret Whispers' comments, nostalgia's the word! mycafe Keep counting your blessings |
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