- Non-Erotic Poetry
- You Said You Hated Cooking
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Click hereYou said you hated cooking, but you served
several meals of pain to me most days;
morning, afternoon and late night snacks
of loneliness. The portions kept increasing,
and I kept putting away more and more
leftovers. Some went into the frozen darkness,
and I’d never think of them again: stuffed
far in the back, sealed bags of spicy disdain
so often set before me; disapproval pie;
sweetened condemnation; small casseroles
of accusation, seasoned with suspicion;
resentment rolls, collected through the years.
I kept getting full, and overfull,
and gaining weight, so when you shut the door
this one last time, you wanted to make sure
I was securely on the other side,
since larger doors are costly. I should know;
I’m just a lowly carpenter, and poor.
And if you didn’t dream of dating lawyers,
well-dressed businessmen or virile doctors,
some plain, thin man, no battles of his own,
someone to entertain our boy, to get you
take-out or take you to finer restaurants,
or dine with you or not and never care,
pay fools like me to paint, fix floors and leaks,
then you never really lied to me, I guess.
I couldn’t taste that heaped dollop of silence
from the favorite bowl I lost when I moved out.
[1/23/05]
- COMMENTS
lindianaabout 19 years agoI love this site. Sometimes you trip and fall into a gem.
This is a gem. Thank you so very much for writing it.
sandspikeabout 19 years agoI'm going to call them paragraphs instead of verses. The
1st one would make a great start to a novel. I thought
towards the middle and end the fire was gone and you mellowed a little. Like someone before posted, I don't
read this type of poem often, but that 1st paragraph was
as good as it gets.
catastropheabout 19 years agoThe title caught my eye, and the rest was wonderful. Very nice work.
My Erotic Taleabout 19 years agowitty clever and very funny <grinin'>
boy you said a mouth full <laughin'>
but dont bite the hand that feeds you (~_~)
wonderful serving of a poetic situation
a buffet of delight in this poem~
hehehe thanks~
twelveooneabout 19 years agoThis is some of the best writing I have seen here.
I ordinararily avoid poems that look like blocks, but this catches you in the first sentence:
"You said you hated cooking, but you served
several meals of pain to me most days;"
Summs up in the same style
"I couldn’t taste that heaped dollop of silence
from the favorite bowl I lost when I moved out."
Along the way - look at this sentence - includes everything
good about writing, I was thrown a little by the semi-colons at first, a valuble lesson in punctuation.
"Some went into the frozen darkness,
and I’d never think of them again: stuffed
far in the back, sealed bags of spicy disdain
so often set before me; disapproval pie;
sweetened condemnation; small casseroles
of accusation, seasoned with suspicion;
resentment rolls, collected through the years."
There is so much here, consistent, original,
"small casseroles
of accusation, seasoned with suspicion;"
I feel you are giving us lessons with this.
I also see a sustainment of complex mood with a touch of humour.
Quite nice, from someone who refered to himself as "dumb", I quote:
"but dumb as I am, I need an overall unity of tone."
Pardon my pun, so well done.
As good as one would find in the New Yorker, only more enjoyable.
