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| 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
This is beautiful - very alive with detail. Now That's a Valentine!
ReplyDeleteHigh praise from the King of Romance!
Deleteoh i love how your weekend kitchen looks and feels...slow food..time to just be...i like
ReplyDeleteThe new kitchen in Chicago is much bigger than what passed for a kitchen in NYC. Are you hungry?
Deleteof 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...
ReplyDeleteSoup's on Brian! Come on over! Bring your own bib!
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteWatch your step Kathy!
DeleteA bit messy indeed, but such a fun time sounds like it is had. Great write.
ReplyDeleteThank you my rhyming friend. It's a late start to the day owing to the messy kitchen.
DeleteIt's ok when there is a reason to wait on those dishes :)...this poem made me smile.
ReplyDeleteThe dishes are now clean and for dessert I sampled some of your sweet poetry.
DeleteBeautiful metaphoric love-poem; nicely crafted.
ReplyDeletehttp://thepoet-tree-house.blogspot.com/2012/02/when-your-love-is-cats-meow.html
Thank you for the kind words and the link...
DeleteSounds perfect to me :)
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