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Parmesan and feta
by Keith D AllisonThe long shadows of the afternoon
bring the melancholy wave
of the winter day
the breath of silence
adds to the loneliness
as the sun falls behind the mountain crest
Dragging ambition
a deep frying pan and olive oil
a few pieces of sausage
reaching into the pantry
for the jar of sauce made with mama's recipe
Couple more pan's
sauce and water
a small piece of bread splashed with olive oil and seasoning
is the oven on
The tomatoes and spring greens
salad bowl, balsamic vinaigrette
decorated to the pleasance of the eye
top it with feta
Thin spaghetti
covered in the sausage sauce
sprinkle the pasta sauce with Parmesan
grab the bread and wine
Guess there are
Some
small comfort's
to life
02/04/2012 Posted on 02/05/2012
Copyright © 2024 Keith D Allison
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Shannon McEwen on 02/05/12 at 01:14 AM love this, starts off a bit sad and then faloured with vivid imagery of good food and wine. Nicely done. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 02/05/12 at 02:16 AM This sounds like a way to brighten almost any afternon especially if you have someone to share it with as you have here. Very nice Keith. |
| Posted by Lori Blair on 03/17/12 at 08:39 PM I think small comforts are what we live for while working so hard..loved ones too..but we all need satiety..yes? great write!!! |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/20/12 at 03:26 AM Being of Italian decent, and having tomato sauce running thre my veins, I know a thing or two myself about making spaghetti. Both your poem and recipe have my approval. YUM! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/23/12 at 03:15 PM That first stanza sets the scene nicely - loved that "melancholy wave of the winter day". Nothing like spaghetti sauce simmering to chase away the blues. This has me looking for the garlic bread. Thanks! |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 03/24/12 at 02:47 AM Ah, fromage—milk's leap toward immortality! The moment created here is refreshingly palpable, and indeed a delectable comfort. Delighted.Thanks. |
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