A poem to remind myself of what I know. Being a comfort eater, in a difficult time, every reminder is worth a try.
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Breakfast
Let every meal be a poem, with abundance of adjectives –
A wine tasting, a fine testing, with grand exaggeration,
Stretching descriptions to their outer reaches,
A universe in miniature.
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Savouring, searching for the right word
In any language you know, in combinations and solos
The oil-brightened colours, the sprinkles of pepper,
The lift of green lemon,
Mildness of avo,
Chew of halloumi,
Fibrous, slippery greenness of spinach,
Golden morning-ness of a lightly poached egg.
Sweet, sweet pop of a cherry tomato.
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Johannesburg
January 2023
Have missed your poems! Love this one!
Lovely, Rilla! Great to see that the poems are still coming!
Thank you! Not so many, but every now and then!
Love this❤️ a celebration of the minutiae… the bones of life
Thank you, dear!