Virtual Meal

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njoyjade
njoyjade
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Holding dishes within our grasp;
stew and bubble, here at last.
Plating awareness with extra thyme;
heat and stir, now you're mine.

Land in a bowl where nothing's lost;
share utensils, mix and toss.
Burn and sear, cook for me;
boil yourself inthe never see!

Hide behind all you feel;
full potential for a Hallowed meal....

Hold on to dishes within our grasp;
stewing and bubbling, we're here at last.
Plate awareness with extra time;
heating and stirring, now you're mine.

Landing in a bowl where all is lost;
shared utensils, mixed and tossed.
Burned and seared, cooked for me;
choosing the stove of the never see!

Hide behind all you feel;
you are perfect for this Hallowed meal....


Thank you PandoraGlitters for the October challenge.
You asked for ballads and I apologise for this early attempt which clearly does not fit the form. To submit was also part of the challenge for those who chose to participate, so as agreed I submit. :)

njoyjade
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demure101demure101over 11 years ago
Somehow it brings Macbeth to my mind...

Very nice double idea.

tazz317tazz317over 11 years ago
THE ART OF ZEN

using thoughts as fullfillment and sustenance, TK U MLJ LV NV

HarryHillHarryHillover 11 years ago
Forget form

this one's fine... nice even

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