Tuesday, February 14, 2012

The Kitchen of Our Weekend

photo © Mark Butkus 2011
Two hearts becoming one.

The kitchen of our weekend
is piled upon
the sink and counters

Breakfast coffee mugs dance
with emptied wine glasses
General Pao sits atop a fritatta

Onion peels a sad refrain
a crumb of bread and an elastic
on the floor

The kitchen of our weekend
is filled with the aroma
of slow food

A simmering pot
that is brewed of me and you
and the kitchen of our weekend


— Mark Butkus


15 comments:

  1. This is beautiful - very alive with detail. Now That's a Valentine!

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  2. oh i love how your weekend kitchen looks and feels...slow food..time to just be...i like

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    1. The new kitchen in Chicago is much bigger than what passed for a kitchen in NYC. Are you hungry?

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  3. of a simmered pot that is me and you...smiles...this is a wonderful poem...sounds like there is a lot of debris but then again messy is not bad...

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  4. Soup's on Brian! Come on over! Bring your own bib!

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  5. I like the onion peels bit especially. Also, the feeling it's maybe best to wear shoes in this kitchen. Here in Toronto we are mostly shoes-off indoors, so there's a guilty pleasure to that thought.

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  6. A bit messy indeed, but such a fun time sounds like it is had. Great write.

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    1. Thank you my rhyming friend. It's a late start to the day owing to the messy kitchen.

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  7. It's ok when there is a reason to wait on those dishes :)...this poem made me smile.

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    1. The dishes are now clean and for dessert I sampled some of your sweet poetry.

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  8. Beautiful metaphoric love-poem; nicely crafted.

    http://thepoet-tree-house.blogspot.com/2012/02/when-your-love-is-cats-meow.html

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