- Non-Erotic Poetry
- crushed garlic
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the pungent scent of garlic
curls through my kitchen.
crushed tomatoes await seasoning
simmering on a low heat.
oh, the timelessness of my effort,
the timelessness of summer days
fading slowly to autumn.
my life is like a clove of garlic
some moments find me sliced thin
browning too quickly, burnt around the edges.
other days i sit alone in the vegetable drawer,
growing soft and moldy.
the size of the cloves vary.
regardless, without garlic,
life would be tasteless,
dull and void of zest.
culinary chores pile around me
canning to finish,
breads to bake.
i see daylight
winding down to night
when at last the kids are in bed
and i can contemplate the things i should and shouldn’t do
the thoughts i should and shouldn’t have.
the efforts made
and naps not taken.
the naps taken and
efforts not made.
the pungent scent of life
curls through my consciousness.
crushed dreams await seasoning,
simmering in the back of my mind.
but for now i pause and reflect
the timelessness of it all.
I stir the tomatoes
and wait for night fall.
- COMMENTS
LeBrozover 16 years agoThis poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 37,000 poems.
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don87654over 18 years agoI love garlic, and I eat a lot of it. I cut down the garlic breath by eating Strawberry Yogurt afterwards, as Yogurt will diminish the garlic breath smell in the back of your mouth. Your poem is second to none in telling the truth about life in general. Very very good!
Anonymousover 18 years agoGreat job Jenna. Makes me want to examine some of the things I've prepared over the years
ishtatover 18 years agoI like this though not quite certain why. The second verse could stand alone
LeBrozover 18 years agoHad to come back and read this again;
a bit different from the usual;
but then, so is life;
an excellent metaphor here,
the conundrum of life.
