poetry soup by Lindsay Sanderspoetry tends to run
down the side of my spoon
like creamy vegetable soup
full of chickendiction
and celerysyntax
with a bit of anchoalliteration
for flavor.
poetry tends to tingle
inside my nostrils as each
ingredient clamors for my
undivided attention. so i consider
the oregano as the tomato slides
down
my
throat
to consult with the garlic.
poetry tends to compartmentalize
on command in order that the
answer may be found to questions
like what is the real meaning behind
vegetable soup?
but is soups still soup
if everything is
on the side?
04/29/2004 Author's Note: so here is the story behind this one: our assignment tonight in english was to write an ars poetica (poem about poetry) poem, and i had to work tonight. i work at the brooklyn cafe and tonight i was hostessing, and in my spare time, i wrote this. i guess you could say i was influenced by my surroundings?
Posted on 04/30/2004 Copyright © 2024 Lindsay Sanders
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Quinlan L Gibson on 05/01/04 at 08:55 PM this is fantastic, what a wonderful use of your surroundings! Made me hungry too. |
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/28/15 at 03:54 PM I especially enjoyed those first two stanzas, and think those first two lines set up this idea beautifully. |
Posted by Ken Harnisch on 01/29/15 at 07:24 PM Scrumptious..:) |
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