Day 19
the taste
of freshly marinated
sicilian olives
of home made french mayonnaise
of vienna schnitzel
of steak and mushroom pies
of vichysoisse
of roast butternut pumpkin paprika potatoes and chicken
creme brulee
food to die for
ma memere told me
darling
if you cook like a french woman
you will always find a husband
no matter how old you are
she was right
just like the cats
the way to their hearts
is through their stomachs
DAY 20
beware
of online purchases
with no money back guarantee
and no return of goods
that sweet well behaved
old german shepherd
in need of a new home
arriving on your doorstep
may not be of the four legged
variety
you were anticipating
DAY 21
- Bow
- Lean
- Park
- Saw
- Tear
- Wound
leaning on her walker
she shed a tear
bring me my bow
of burning gold
her emotions wound tight
like a spring
like her first walk in the park
since the accident
it was his favourite hymn
DAY 22
what is she !
https://youtu.be/cQhYyowvPTM
who is sylvia
what is she
that all our swains commend her
well she's certainly not
the sylvia of my student days
"what a piece of work"
schubert wouldn't be writing songs
about her
rumours persist that one of her ancestors was responsible
for his "unfinished symphony "
what a surprise !
You've given everything here … sage advice, humour and a thrilling song!
ReplyDeleteI am thoroughly enjoying reading your daily poetry .... I tried that once, it almost did me in! Cheers.
ReplyDeleteThank you Helen....So pleased you are enjoying them..I find writing poems very relaxing and helpful for a very stressful life...if it repressented a struggle in any way I wouldn't do it.
DeleteNice thoughts, I like the first, Day 19, the best, it reminded me of getting to know Mrs. Jim. She had me over for supper on our first get together, a date (?), for a she had supper prepared. Roasted small chicken, potatoes, salad, and vichyssoise. We met at a singles supper that our landlady had every other month. My roommate's girl friend was sitting beside Mrs. Jim and I wasn't there as it was the first night of school (college class). But the prof apologized for taking role and leaving and dismissed class. The girls had saved a plate for me, she had prepared clam fettucine alfredo which I dearly like. Next we had a date, took my kids and her to a Houston Astros baseball game. She like to cook French, her ancestors came from Bourdeaux, France to New Orleans. We've visited relatives in Bourdeaux a couple of time. Oh yes, she is a LSU Tiger.
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No need for apologies...pleased my poem inspired you to talk about yourself....Mrs Jim sounds like a good catch...Dont know what a LSU Tiger is but I'm sure it keeps you on your toes and spritely :) My lot.hail from Nouvelle Caledonie an island three hours plane ride from Sydney but they were all born in France. Most people dont know Australia has French neighbours closeby
DeleteWhat Helen said. The German Shepherd crack d me up. And who doesn't love a bit of Blake, with or without the glorious singing? And then, you make me wish I had embraced cooking after all.
ReplyDeleteI laughed out loud at the German Shephard
ReplyDeleteSome said Blake's poem should be the national anthem for England. At least at football matches. :)
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