This is fantastic and fun, Lee Ann! It may be the best and most comprehensive kitchen utensil poem I have ever seen! Your ending ties it all together so beautifully well:
butter enshrined/with each click/a perfect pat/Kitchen gadgets/plastic gods to/ease the way."
Here's some sister-trippy s&*#... I completely forgot your original post, but for days remembered that I was supposed to write a poem about kitchen utensils. Only now when I got ready to post it did I see all the parallels with your poem. It was inspired by my beaters, thinking of them as separate entities from my handheld mixer.
I love this Rebekah! “My ego is a lump about to /be dashed/, then born again/as flour that freely surrenders.” That is a superb ending for a poem that can’t be beat! 😀
As I read your lovely poem, I began thinking about my favorite mugs and the people they come from - my mom, brother, sister, several dear friends . . . Thank you for stirring up lovely recollections for me, Larry!
Lisa, your amazing ability to write poems of any length is inspiring. I love this little poem, and so glad you came to delicious over devoured! It made me think of you as the great creatve chef, blending these wonderful and diverse herbs and spices into a creation that is truly delicious! And I love the ending to your poem: "There are worse fates/than being/delicious." That is splendid and so hopeful! Thank you for all of your creations, delicious and otherwise!
I once wrote an Ode to Kitchen Gadgets, which I’ll post here. It’s quite silly. I love your poem.
Ode to Kitchen Gadgets
It began
with monkey peeler
an orange monkey
arms outstretched
holding a blade
instead of
a banana
It peels
the skin from carrots
of apples
or pears
sliced with
the eight-blade
slicer corer divider
A flower
blossom of fruit
But the obsession began
with the Hutzler 571
banana slicer
yellow curved
to match that
just peeled banana
the saver of marriages
of shattered dreams
The plastic onion to hold
my half leftover
onions and tears
Or the lemon
to hold the slices
I used to save
in baggies
found weeks later
mashed and moldy
on the bottom
of the fruit drawer
Plastic pepper holders in
red and yellow
and orange
I’ve even mixed
the colors red pepper
in orange
yellow in red
and there I find them
in the refrigerator
perched proudly
on the shelf
proclaiming
their identity
next to Butter Cutter
butter enshrined
with each click
a perfect pat
Kitchen gadgets
plastic gods to
ease the way
This is is so playful and delightful, LeeAnn!
Thanks, Lisa.
This is fantastic and fun, Lee Ann! It may be the best and most comprehensive kitchen utensil poem I have ever seen! Your ending ties it all together so beautifully well:
butter enshrined/with each click/a perfect pat/Kitchen gadgets/plastic gods to/ease the way."
To paraphrase Lisa, your poem is just delicious!
This is an epic poem, Lee Ann. You bring us through a delightful journey through your kitchen!
Here's some sister-trippy s&*#... I completely forgot your original post, but for days remembered that I was supposed to write a poem about kitchen utensils. Only now when I got ready to post it did I see all the parallels with your poem. It was inspired by my beaters, thinking of them as separate entities from my handheld mixer.
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You don’t go looking for trouble
but will throw down when pushed,
whipping the toughs until they buckle
and fawn. Your thirst
is not for blood (never a drop)
but for emulsification.
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What better bowl could there be
than all of us reduced to satin?
My ego is a lump about to be
dashed, then born again
as flour that freely surrenders.
I love the sisterly serendipity - and your ode to the too-rarely-praised beaters!
I love this Rebekah! “My ego is a lump about to /be dashed/, then born again/as flour that freely surrenders.” That is a superb ending for a poem that can’t be beat! 😀
There are worse fates that being delicious is a fantastically enticing sentiment
Thank you so much, Jonathan!
Lisa, you have such a gift for the short gut-punch of a poem. I love this one.
Well short gut punches work perfectly for my ADHD brain! Thank you, Margaret Ann. 💚
I'm not so sure about this one, but since I am drinking tea right now, I'll send it off to share.
A Mugging
^
I drink my tea and coffee from these mugs,
gifts and keepsakes collected along the way,
and hold them close in my heart.
Memories come rising with the steam,
get stirred up as monk fruit and honey
dance with oat milk to spruce up
the base liquid that forms a home.
Mostly smiles, a few tears, and grateful
acknowledgment that I am not alone.
Cup of comfort and holder of hopes,
a reminder that I am held in compassion and love
as my hands embrace the warmth held within.
As I read your lovely poem, I began thinking about my favorite mugs and the people they come from - my mom, brother, sister, several dear friends . . . Thank you for stirring up lovely recollections for me, Larry!
Thank you Lisa! Mugs seem to be wonderful gifts to give, excellent holder of memories! I'll be holding a northern New England mug for you!
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Gorgeous poem. Generous spirit.
Spoken from your own gorgeous, generous heart! ❤️ Thank you, Kim.
wow LOVE this poem and prompt. can't wait to go cook something up...
Thank you so much, Mischa! Happy cooking!
It was a new and great experience for me -you're wonderful, warm hosts, and thank you for holding that open mic
and thank you for the poem -I love it
Thank you so much, Chen! I was so happy to see you there on the call and hope I'll get to again. 💜
I’m so glad you came, Chen, and hope you will again. It was wonderful to have you there.
Your poem got my heart :)
And I still smile when I think of Saturday, thank you!
I’m still carrying around a smile from Saturday, too! Your poetry - and your spirit - brought so much warmth and beauty to the gathering.
Now I am smiling again :)
❤️😃❤️
I love this, Lisa. I'll have to try to remember it when I'm surrendering to my own chronic illness.
Thank you, A! And, the beauty and importance of surrender notwithstanding, I’m wishing you many days in which you have no need of it!
Wishing the same for you! 🧡
Wow, new profile look!
Lisa, your amazing ability to write poems of any length is inspiring. I love this little poem, and so glad you came to delicious over devoured! It made me think of you as the great creatve chef, blending these wonderful and diverse herbs and spices into a creation that is truly delicious! And I love the ending to your poem: "There are worse fates/than being/delicious." That is splendid and so hopeful! Thank you for all of your creations, delicious and otherwise!
Thank you so much, my friend! I like the idea that maybe everything we are doing here on earth is a wild culinary experiment.
Yes! And we keep making it better and better!
-delicious. Or luscious.
;)
❤️❤️❤️
(yes! the profile pic's enthralling!
can I now say this, like a week after the rush?
certain - it's a person shining through a brilliant visage...)
I am happy you exist, Lisa Jensen!
You catch me first with your words; forsooth, I return for your smile.
Forsooth - what a wonderful word!
Thank you so much, Rosie! It was such a treat to get to read one of your poems in the chat thread.